Alright. Don't ask about the title, you'll get it. Just read.

So, in my school, everyone was really friendly and lovey dovey with their friends. Even the guys would hug and hold hands. The teachers got tired of it. They said it was too much of a distraction. So the new rule was that we weren't allowed to have any physical contact at all. So if  a friend was crying? Leave them alone. 

It didn't stay that way. You can threaten to write us up all you want, we're southerners, we don't back down that easily. We didn't like that, if our friend was having a bad day, we were going to give them a hug and comfort them. So we would randomly walk up to someone, poke their shoulder or give them a hug or any other form of physical contact, yell "PDA!" and walk away.

Then the teachers started saying that physical contact with someone of the same gender suddenly made you gay. Yeah. We totally took that lying down. You don't assume our sexualities. It just doesn't work like that, alright.

*pokes shoulder* "Oh, look, I guess I'm a lesbian now."

*gasps* "Laura! You? I never would've thought."

"Yeah, me neither. But that's what the teachers said so..."

Yeah.

This group of moody teenagers didn't let that last long. By the end of the year, when we were let out for COVID, we all gave each other hugs. Did the teachers say anything about PDA then? Hah, I'd love to see the reactions to that. I could hear what the students would've said, "We won't see each other for a month at least. Then once we come back, we'll have to say goodbye just a few months later, possibly forever since we'd be going to different high schools. Bug off!"

Trust me, someone would have said that. And it may have been me. If I'm going to hug someone, let me hug them. You don't see it often.