Twenty five years ago, I entered St. Louis Country Day School as a bright-eyed, nerdy fifth grader. As much as the new campus, shirt-and-tie dress code, and friends excited me, the biggest source of joy that I found at my new institution of learning was the school’s bookstore. It was here that I was learned to the idea of credit: sign your name, and whatever your heart desired was yours. No cash, just a signature.
What started out as casual spending the first few days on campus quickly transformed into a veritable spree of pointless and expensive pick-ups. There wasn’t a single school day that passed without me carving out a good chunk of my free period or lunch hour to browse the latest and greatest items that the bookstore had to offer. I bought Niji Grip 5000 mechanical pencils and Pilot pens by the gross. I procured binders and reams of paper by the dozen, and accumulated countless accessories like calculators, protractors, compasses. My locker looked like a condensed Staples.
No less than one month into what turned out to be an eight-year run at Country Day, my parents, after they got their first bill, had to sit me down and inform me that I would no longer be able to make any further purchases at the bookstore. I had been cut off. They politely explained the idea of credit, which I processed despite my disbelief.
While I can’t recall the exact damage, I’ve been told that in one month I had racked up about $200 in school supplies, none of which were essential to my coursework. Oops. My exploits at the CDS bookstore became legendary, and to this day are recounted with much nostalgia waxed.
So when long-time marker manufacturer Sharpie announced that it was coming out with a new product that – the liquid pencil – that promised to revolutionize the way people write, the inner nerd in me erupted with avarice. The device allows users up to 36 hours to erase. After that time, the markings become permanent like a pen. A pencil that turns into a pen. Why did the school supply aficionado in me not think of that genius plan back in high school? Maybe it’s because I nearly flunked chemistry.
Busy relocating from Los Angeles to Nashville, I had not yet had the opportunity to pick up the Sharpie. It was not until last weekend that my hands first touched the liquid pencil. Back in St. Louis for a quick Labor Day visit, my good friend Kirby surprised me with the pencil and the new Sharpie pen. My eyes glowed like Ralphie when he opens his Red Rider BB Gun on Christmas Day.
The irony of my penchant for school supply purchases is that my dedication to the tools rarely translated into works of art in the classroom. Sure, I was the most well stocked kid in Midwest, but I certainly wasn’t the smartest. It took me many years before I ever matured as a student.
To this day, I can still usually be spotted with a few pens in my jacket or shirt pocket. And I carry around a small Moleskine to jot down notes when the laptop and iPhone just won’t suffice for my record-keeping needs. When I walk into mega supply stores, I have to remind myself to breathe easy and focus on only the items that I need. Meditation hardly ever works for me in this case, and I usually buckle to my brain’s insatiable desire to hoard office supplies. During a recent trip to Office Depot here in Nashville to scout out some more printer ink, I couldn’t stop myself from walking to the large section in the back where the pens are displayed. Upon a quick scan of the glossy merchandise, I couldn’t help but notice that the Pilot G-2 four pack was priced to sell, and so I threw it in with the other items I purchased and cracked the packaging open as if I were a lion and the pen were fresh meat.
Inasmuch as the emergence of the laptop and smartphone are changing the way we communicate, with ourselves and each other, my intractable need for material things like pen and paper will ensure that places like Office Max will always have customers like me, as bright-eyed and nerdy now as when they were punky fifth graders.