Monday, August 23, 2004

Back to School Supplies 

At lunchtime today The Guyfriend and I took a trip to Target so I could purchase some back to school supplies. The Girl found this idea very amusing when I told her about our plans earlier in the day. I think it had something to do with my tone of voice when I said "back to school supplies." I was only picking up a few pocket folders with prongs for 3-hole paper, but I was really looking forward to it.

Yes, classes are starting in a few hours, and I was just getting around to this now. I had to get through the torture of the Big Book Purchases first. That took a few weeks plus several trips and phone calls to the bookstore before I finally got all my required texts ($425 all told). But picking up the pocket folders, that was another story altogether!

I had no choice in the text books. They're required, they're expensive, and I must have them. Period. They're big, bulky, heavy, and look like all the rest of the texts in the store.

But pocket folders!!! I can choose the style, the color, the material, the extras, and how many. I can decide which one is for which class. Perhaps a particular class will call for more than one folder? That is unknown until the professor's handout habits become more clear. Yes, choice of pocket folders is a way to express your own personality in the sea of standardization and requirements.

Plus while I was examining my choices this little girl, maybe 8 years old, hurled herself across the aisle to look at the same folders, followed more calmly by her older and more mature sister (maybe 10 years old). This led to a lengthy discussion in which the various styles were compared, and pros weighed against cons. It was a very 13 Going On 30 moment. Or in this case, more like 10 Going On 40. But you get the idea. All this excitement and good vibes, and I exited the store with four pocket folders in a variety of colors to suit my moods, to the tune of $0.63. Yes, that's right - 63 cents.

Call me a geek, but I am so looking forward to the resumption of classes. Thirty minutes to the school bus... I mean the T bus.

Posted by Beth Henderson at 2:50 PM