This happened way back when I was in elementary school. I think I was in Grade one. It was Valentine's day, and I ended up with a big pile of Valentines on my desk, although I didn't hand any out. So, I put them all in a shopping bag and brought them home to dispose of. My mother gave me hell for accepting them and bringing them home.
The next year, the same thing happened. I recieved a truckload of Valentines on my desk. Except this time, I threw them all into the classroom's trash can. I really can't help but wonder how bad I made the other kids feel by doing that. My mother was very proud of me for 'giving a good witness' to the other children in my class.