Biology and World War II? Not the Same Thing

Being that it is spring (and finally starting to show signs of such), it would seem as though everyone is twitter-pated right now.  For some, the twitter-pation comes from the realization that if they are going to get married this year, they better get cracking before all the girls leave for the summer.  For others, it is simply the same magical feeling in the air that captured the hearts of a deer, a rabbit, and a skunk.  Although SUU students aren't as drastic as the following picture (based on my observations. People very well could be this twitter-pated on random floors of the library, or in elevator shafts. But as far as just walking on the sidewalks goes, I have yet to see this scene),

seeing young people head over heals is not a bizarre sighting.  As a side note, seeing a young girl playing with her boyfriend's ear(s) as he relaxes on a tree root is out of the ordinary.

What is more common is a scene like this:

or this: 

However, this blog post is not about PDAs. This is about what happens after the initial twitter-pation, and the couple must say, "Farewell, my love," to one another.  

Although saying, "See you in 50 minutes!" should suffice between classes, couples do not simply say that phrase to one another.  In my recent observations, couples say, "Oh! *sob sob sob* Will we ever see each other again?  What if the Nazis shoot you? Oh, my dear, dear love! I don't know what I will do if you don't return!"  Honestly, what is the worse thing that could happen?  Your one true love gets a paper cut? That's why bandages were invented, people.  Sending your beloved to biology class is not the same as sending your lover halfway around the world to shoot Nazis, the VietCong, or Al Qaeda. 

Therefore, high-five your sweetheart, and get to class.  Somehow life will go on.  Then again, I have never been in love.  Perhaps if I ever do experience this feeling I may understand what makes a departure to class so problematic.  Until then, I stand by my thoughts on the powers of a high-five.