Wordsmoker

After a several year hiatus, I am going back to my humble community-turned-kinda-regular-college (nursing and teaching degrees are the only four year degrees offered) to finish my degree. With eighteen credits left, there was no excuse for me to not just go and get it done, so I enrolled and classes began Thursday. School doesn’t seem as fun as when I was in grade school — no recess, no story time, no nap time. God, what I wouldn’t give to have nap time now. Even though school is more stressful now than when I was there for eight hours a day five days a week, there is still one fact that remains unchanged: I effin’ love office supplies. Love, LOVE looooooove them. I see shelves of binders in the store and my hands get all tingly.  I shove my face into reams of college-lined paper and huff away. And pens? Forget it, I could go all day. I just can’t help myself. Some of you have narcotics and alcohol; I have Trapper-Keepers® and HILIGHTERS. Here, have some Smokies, I’m going to rearrange my backpack — again. Read the rest of this entry →