Me and my love of school supplies. It runs deep.
I love to shop. My mom loves to shop. My grandmother loved to shop. So, shopping runs deep. But, there was one time of year that shopping was mandatory. BACK TO SCHOOL!! And I loved it. Shopping for the first day of school outfit, the new binder, and oohhh stickers.... Freshly sharpened pencils, I still love it all. But there is one specific back to school that turned me out.
In 1991 I went to stay with my dad for a while. It was February of 1991. In September of 1991 my father and I went shopping for school supplies. It was the first year I went shopping for school supplies without my mom buying, and without my brother. It was the first year I went shopping for school supplies in an office supply store. School supplies where usually bought at Caldor's or Woolworth's or H. L. Green's. But I went to an Office Supply Store with my father and he said, "Well, go get what you want...." You guys......I was in heaven. I swear, it was like the roof opened up and a light shined down on a package of pink notebook paper. **sidebar: Every summer we would go to Tennessee and before leaving I would go to the Wal-Mart and buy some package of colorful pens, (usually red, green, you know....) But this year, Bic had made some Shimmers pens that were in Pink, Purple, Turquoise, and Lime.** So when I saw that pink notebook paper, I HAD TO HAVE IT! And I could!!! My dad didn't make me get the plain white paper that was on sale for like 25 cents. And just when I thought it wouldn't get any better, he went and picked out some pink correction fluid, (read:white out)!! *I will love my dad forever for that.*
My teachers hated it. But at that time there were no school rules that said you had to write in blue or black ink or that your paper had to be white. So me and my pink pen and pink paper and Super Shades Binder and pink highlighter were all the rage at school.
That school year was a very turbulent one. However, it gave me one of my happiest memories and one of my favorite personal traditions: Picking a color scheme and buying new school supplies. I have added to that my yearly tradition of picking a new fashion theme.
I am grown now. But I am always excited about back to school. And this year, I get to buy school supplies. I am trying to decide on a color scheme, (though my paper will be white). I need a new tote bag to carry my books, I need notebooks, pens, highlighters, you know, all of that. I have decided on a Jackie O. goes bohemian look for back to school this fall. Now, time to hit the sales to bring my look together.
Tuesday, June 16
Prequel...Blog 1
This blog is about me going back to school. That is pretty much it. So, I will give you some information about me, though my primary blog is on my Myspace page, http://www.myspace.com/shanigirl8177 . That is about my life, my thoughts on life and so on.
My job is ending. The plant I have worked at the last 3+ years is closing. It is kind of sad. But truthfully, I knew it was time for me to move on. Still, getting that push out the door is kind of a saddening/angering/frustrating thing....
I dropped out of school when I was 16. It was in April of the 10th grade. I cut school all the time, my friends and I. I just got tired of going. So the school and my mom threatened with taking me out of school if I didn't act right. I remember the day I walked in the guidance office and told the division principal, "I'm done." That is the only thing in my life that I would do over again if I could.
I was in honors classes. I still had a C average. Had a B in English and hadn't been there in 2 months..... I was always a smart girl. Was reading and comprehending at a college level when I was in the 4th grade. I dropped out of school because I was bored. The only challenging class I had was math. And that was because in the initial come-to-Jesus/come-to-school meeting I made it known that school was boring to me. So that was their way of upping the ante. But math was my last class of the day. I usually never made it back for math.....so I was failing it. I dropped out April 4, 1994. I received my GED in September of that same year.
I never had a prom. No yearbook with my picture in it. Never learned to discipline myself so that I could be a productive adult. My first 3 jobs all lasted for 6 months. They all ended with me quiting. I started community college in January of 1995. I left community college after 2 years because I just wouldn't go to class. I did eventually make it through Vo-Tech with a Certification in Architectural Drafting, for which there is NO job market where I live....
So, here I am. 15 years out of high school. 31 years old. And I am going back to school. But this time I am focused and purposed and determined. I am going to get this right this time. I am going to do my homework, (which, for the record, I almost never did all through school, primary on up). I am going to go to class. I am going to study.....ugh. But most of all, I am going to GET MY DEGREE. I'm 12 classes away. This blog is the journal of how I get it done. School starts on Aug. 31.
My job is ending. The plant I have worked at the last 3+ years is closing. It is kind of sad. But truthfully, I knew it was time for me to move on. Still, getting that push out the door is kind of a saddening/angering/frustrating thing....
I dropped out of school when I was 16. It was in April of the 10th grade. I cut school all the time, my friends and I. I just got tired of going. So the school and my mom threatened with taking me out of school if I didn't act right. I remember the day I walked in the guidance office and told the division principal, "I'm done." That is the only thing in my life that I would do over again if I could.
I was in honors classes. I still had a C average. Had a B in English and hadn't been there in 2 months..... I was always a smart girl. Was reading and comprehending at a college level when I was in the 4th grade. I dropped out of school because I was bored. The only challenging class I had was math. And that was because in the initial come-to-Jesus/come-to-school meeting I made it known that school was boring to me. So that was their way of upping the ante. But math was my last class of the day. I usually never made it back for math.....so I was failing it. I dropped out April 4, 1994. I received my GED in September of that same year.
I never had a prom. No yearbook with my picture in it. Never learned to discipline myself so that I could be a productive adult. My first 3 jobs all lasted for 6 months. They all ended with me quiting. I started community college in January of 1995. I left community college after 2 years because I just wouldn't go to class. I did eventually make it through Vo-Tech with a Certification in Architectural Drafting, for which there is NO job market where I live....
So, here I am. 15 years out of high school. 31 years old. And I am going back to school. But this time I am focused and purposed and determined. I am going to get this right this time. I am going to do my homework, (which, for the record, I almost never did all through school, primary on up). I am going to go to class. I am going to study.....ugh. But most of all, I am going to GET MY DEGREE. I'm 12 classes away. This blog is the journal of how I get it done. School starts on Aug. 31.
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