Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Monday, January 11, 2010

Shoes and Streets, Sniffles and Students.


I am probably a bit too excited about my most recent purchase... new Keens! On Sale! Their called the "Erin Ballerina" shoe and their color is called Firebrick! My poor feet have forgotten about the hours of walking a normal day in downtown Charleston requires. Oof. Time for memory foam and a recycled footbed! Plus, living on a tight, student-loan-driven budget makes all purchases exciting including gallons of milk and cold medicine.

Additionally, I have a cold. Doesn't that entitle me to a fun online purchase? I thought so.

In other news I began graduate school today. Growing up, my mother would take a picture of my brother and I on the first day of school. We'd stand next to the piano with the early morning sunshine beaming through the window onto our anxious, newly-scrubbed faces. I had this pink and yellow messenger bag with music notes on it that I LOVED. It was in the pictures from grades one through four.

Anyway, today I became a student again, with a notebook and desk and professor drama. No "first day" photo kicked off the day, and I may be 5 years older than the average person I pass on campus. But, I still have a really awesome messenger bag. So I consider it a success.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Oh August.

"Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address." You've Got Mail

I will always always associate August with new beginnings. Possibly more so than springtime and definitely more than New Year's. In August I get the itch to start something new, to revamp my routines. To buy new colored pencils and take on crafty projects. To navigate the messy, picked-over aisles of folders and glue sticks in search of something new and bright to make me want to be organized and on top of everything once again.

If new trapper-keepers and locker combinations don't get your heart racing anymore, you'll be happy to know that August hosts many other worthy reasons for excitement. It happens to be Romance Awareness Month, National Picnic Month, and Admit You're Happy Month. So head outside with blanket and basket in tow. Lie in the grass and admit that you have it good. And bring along someone kind of special, you know, if you feel the urge. Annnnd...if you do all this tomorrow (August 6) go barefoot in recognition of National Wiggle Your Toes Day.


~Stephen Frykholm, Herman Miller Summer Picnic August 5, 1977~