Thursday, November 13, 2008

justwrite 13 november

Heading down the aisle, Jamie is awash in joy. Office supplies of all kinds delight her to no end, and here there are no ends—just corners to be turned in the discovery of fresh packages of colorful opportunity. Markers with perfect tips, as of yet not pressed to lips or smashed into desktops, wait proudly in their perfect rows. Construction paper bristles with wholesomely genuine artistry, ready to carry creative ideas to the bulletin board and beyond. Pencils march on in standardized perfection, passing pens [with their propensity toward high school dispensations] and permanent markers [elementary school necessitates a flexibility not permitted by such permanence, except in the case of labeling backpacks, lunch boxes, pencil cases, etc], keeping their gloriously pink hats bright and clean.

Jamie is currently looking for folders. All she needs to pick up is a class set of three-holed folders with pockets, but she can’t help shyly peeking down each aisle, and then giving in to the desire to see it all.

In aisle three, Jamie nearly collides into a flat-looking man standing in front of a display of binders. He seems startled to see her, as if wondering how she could have gotten into the building.

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