I never know why I seem to find myself going back to my childhood. I was just remembering the elations of my educational evolution. First it was graduating from big pencils and those wide tablets with the dotted center line to regular pencils and Big Chief® Tablets to ball point and five-hole notebook paper.
We were poor. We were so poor I was endlessly saddled with naught but a lowly two-hole notebook. Oh, how I envied those rich kids and their fancy three-hole notebooks. I thought they had reached the pinnacle of school-supply fame until I met the new kid -- that lovely blonde, blue-eyed lass with the perfect white teeth and dazzling smile. She had a five-hole notebook and plenty of reinforcements. I was in awe of this school-supply goddess. I think she was from Canada.
As the majority of my precious schoolwork clung to my notebook by only the merest slivers of remaining paper, I dropped to my knees and begged her for reinforcements. What I wouldn't give for three additional rings to bind those precious bits of supreme genius. Due to this inadequate security, I did lose much of my early work and what body of work it was. But for its disappearance, I mighta been a contender, I tell ya. I'd of gone all the way to the top. I coulda been the champ.
Posted by Tiger at February 18, 2005 02:13 PM | TrackBack