All across the country kids are going back to school. Maybe it was last week, maybe it's next week, but around Houston it's this very week. And I'm going to let you in on my dirty little secret: I'm jealous!
Yep. While grown-ups everywhere are celebrating the fact that they don't have to go to school anymore, I'm secretly a little sad.
Oh, there were things I hated about going to school, to be sure. The early mornings. The social politics. The bad teachers who made you wish you were the kind of girl who got in trouble just so you could get sent to the principal's office and escape the torment.
But there were good things too. Seeing your crush every day. Learning cool new stuff (even if you don't think you'll ever, ever in the entire future of the planet need to know how to apply the Pythagorean theorem). And, oh yeah, the supplies! How I love, love, love school supplies.
In the days before school each year I would make my annual trek to OfficeMax, Target, or (in college) the university bookstore to acquire all the pens, pencils, highlighters, erasers, notebooks, scissors, markers, tape, staples, and countless other little goodies I might need during the school year.
As a writer, I still get to stock up on that kind of stuff year round--and it can be as pretty or girly or immature as I'd like because, really, who's going to see. I mean, besides the people at the coffee shop where I write?
But there's a part of me that wishes I was still back to school shopping....
OH. MY. GODS. (now in paperback!)
GODDESS BOOT CAMP (out now!)
Get your goddess on. Join the Ning!