This is my brain on grad school

I spent all of last year adjusting to life as a grad student and the entirety of the summer detoxing, if you will.

Replace the word "drugs" with the word "academia."

Now that I am back in grad school, I am addicted yet again and I love it so much. But is it the best thing for me? That, I still don't know. I just don't know.

What I do know is that I haven't blogged in over a year, but my blog has still had lots of traffic from people looking for info on Lisa Frank binders. Clearly my priorities are out of whack. I will go back to writing about the important things in life like bright pink kittens and neon unicorns. Also Amish people.

School Supplies

A Lisa Frank binder. Caution: Not a Trapper Keeper!

I went shopping for school supplies yesterday. Yes, I am about to go to grad school and not kindergarten. No, I did not buy crayons. I bought a planner and some new ink pens, but I really wanted a new backpack and maybe a Lisa Frank Trapper Keeper. Those were the days. 

What it means to begin a school year has, of course, changed for me over the years, but the need to stock up on paper, pens, and containers for those papers and pens has not changed. It felt good to walk through the aisles of crayons, markers, and erasers even though I bought fancy ink pens instead. The anxiety that comes with a new school year is the same no matter how old you are. School supply therapy helps, though. 

Soon, I will neatly pack my notebook, folders, planner, ink pens, and my MacBook into my bag. In class, I will pull out my stuff, glancing around to make sure I have the coolest ink pens. Then, I will move on to learning. Or whatever.