There is just something about school supply season. It truly is a beautiful thing; rows and rows of neon post-its, stacks and stacks of multi-colored binders and the crayons, Oh, the crayons! You can find me humming “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” while I unabashedly smell new packages of freshly sharpened pencils.
I can’t really quantify why I have warm fuzzy feelings for school supplies but I do. It is one of those freak fetishes that exist in very rare people. Some girls have a thing for fine leather shoes; I have one for fine tipped ball point pens. It’s weird but I swear it is the god’s honest truth.
As a child I was famous for coordinating all my school supplies to my favorite cartoons. One year it was Care Bears; I had everything from a Funshine Bear thermos to a Grumpy Bear Craft eraser…it was perfect synergy. Similar successful years followed with Strawberry Shortcake and Rainbow Bright. My prized possession was always my lunch box and I quote John Mayer here,
“whatever happened to my lunchbox
when came the day when it got
don’t you think I should have had some say in that decision”.
Perhaps school supplies remind me of those bygone days when my only responsibilities in life were to color inside the lines and remember to bring home my pink hoodie.
It was a simpler time then.
Around the time I learned to French-braid my own hair I abandoned my childish character school supplies for serious college ruled junior high school supplies. However, I never lost the excitement of meandering down the aisles at Wal-Mart in search of folders that would express exactly who I was. There were always notebooks just waiting to be filled with spelling lists and pastel note cards just begging to be made into vocabulary flashcards.
When high school and college came along retro was cool again…Praise God! It became socially acceptable for me to tote around a My Little Pony book bag even if I was the only one brave [dorky] enough to do it.
Graduation has come and gone and even though I have birthed a child of my own the kid in me goes into overdrive every year around this time. During the next few weeks the urge will get the better of me and my husband will ask why he saw a receipt for an unusual amount of school supplies. While I will tell him it is a donation for our local school supply drive I will not divulge that I spent two hours picking out said school supplies with unrestrained jubilance, then donated them with tearful morning. It’s similar to selling a litter of puppies that you know you can’t keep [Sigh].
I know my school supplies will find a good home in the backpack of some unsuspecting elementary student and for that reason I hope that He/She really likes the Jonas Brothers.
My only memento of this year’s school supplies season is a single bright orange Sharpie. I brought it home and in big beautiful bubble letters, that could rival any 4th grader, I scrawled on a notepad…I [heart] school supplies.