As a kid, accompanying my dad to the grocery store meant begging him to let me hang out in the aisle filled with notebooks, Trapper Keepers, and pencils. (Yes, the dork runs strong in this one.) Back to school clothes shopping is equal parts exhilarating and nerve-wrecking, but back to school stationery shopping is a low pressure way to show off your personality all year long.
I am so jealous of every single one of you who has an excuse to buy all new note taking goods. Like, really. I might sign up for a new degree program just for the built-in excuse. Just kidding! Student loans are not my friend.
1997 was the year that changed my life. This probably seems like a grand statement considering I was only 12, but I promise I’ve put a lot of thought into this.
1997 is the year my family moved from Michigan to Beijing. The year I (started to) move on from being a selfish, narrow-minded kid to a more caring teenager. It’s the year I began to care more about theater and art than soccer and a future as the next Mia Hamm.
Oh, have we never discussed how I was a jock? It’s totally true.