Down With Love
By Paige Korner
On my way to third hour, I nearly crash through a couple holding hands in the middle of the hallway, whose giggling and locked fingers take up nearly half of the hallway’s space. To my left, there’s an indistinguishable tangle of limbs and clothing that seems to be kissing while a boy and girl nuzzle noses despite the bell ringing. All around me, it seems to be the season of love and there’s an endless stream of cuddling, snuggling, face-sucking couples that take up as much space as they please in the halls. However, as much as I adore gushy displays of heart-shaped romance, all I can say is this: down with love. Or, at least, down with public displays of affection at Seaholm.
There’s only so much that a person can stomach before the sight of a new couple walking hand-in-hand down the hallway makes them cringe until their face is concave in their skull. The exploration of new love is a wonderful and beautiful thing to many, but not to the masses of spectators who are forced to endure it. There’s a reason that romance novels and movies have gained so much popularity – we choose to view a perfect love story, with endearing main characters and a happy ending. We do not, however, choose to watch two students do something borderline vulgar against the lockers, while you desperately try to push past and get your books. We do not choose to see two students kiss as if trying to steal each other’s life force when you pass their car out to lunch. And we certainly do not choose to see couples tearfully break up during first hour only to lovingly feed each other pieces of grilled cheese during lunch.
Showing love for your significant other is a beautiful and romantic thing that will only strengthen your feelings. However, vicious groping against the Media Center door doesn’t draw to mind the image of a couple seeking a mature relationship. Perhaps that’s too much to expect out of a batch of hormonal teenagers. However, if we can’t expect them to be sensible about how much affection is appropriate in a place where people don’t want that to invade their line of sight, then they’re not ready for what they consider a mature relationship. Although it’s a bit clichéd to pull the old line that school is a learning environment and not a social one, the truth is that most people didn’t come to Seaholm to watch a sad attempt at true love. Maybe it’s a bit cynical but a person can only take so much public affection until they begin to form a vendetta against romance.
I plead for the students – and their significant others – to put themselves in everybody else’s shoes. It’s no fun being the third wheel to a party you didn’t want to be invited to. Would we want to see some of Seaholm’s married teachers engaging in the same touchy-feely action that the student population seems to enjoy so much? All I ask for is a little common courtesy towards others. Students in the choir don’t break out into song in the hallway, the band doesn’t waltz from class to class slamming their cymbals together, and the theater cast doesn’t force you into an impromptu show of Tarzan. So next time, think before you smooch – just this time, I think you can save it for later.