Hell Hath Frozen Over

I have bought a binder.

Yes, a dreaded binder. I can't remember the last time I attempted buying one of those (High School I'm assuming) But I can remember the last time I used one with any regularity:

6th Grade *shudders*

If you ever attended Hilltop Elementary before the year2003 you would know exactly what I meant.

So I was walking with Mikiko the other day and she was chattering about buying yet another binder (her fifth I believe. Not entirely sure what she fills them all with) and she turned to me, perplexed and asked in her chipper little confused voice "Why don't you have a binder, Moe-nica?"

Well Hell. I think the easiest way to answer that question would be "Why would I?"

I had high hopes for binders in High School. I remember the naive feeling of going out shopping for all sorts of school supplies and reassuring myself that this was the year I would be better, together, more organized.

I bought a small white 1 inch binder thinking that would be easier since I had had such a horrible time with the 2 inch one we were required to use in 6th grade. I went through 4 of those bloody things, I think.

I think I carried that blasted thing (the 1 inch binder) around for a few months before I realized it was in my pack. I was looking for my cd player that had been missing for a week, I believe. Instead I found my Biology book which had been missing for two.

We (my friends and I) called that backpack The Black Hole for a very good reason.

Back to 6th grade, though. They claimed they were preparing us for "7th grade" or something or rather. It was more like they were preparing us for boot camp, really. In 5th grade we had started a mild version of going to different classrooms for different classes, and that's all 7th grade was, really. But 6th? It was militant, I swear. The list of required school supplies was more than the other two grades in the school combined. I don't even want to ask how much Mum spent on me that year.

Specially since I kept breaking binders >.<

But we were required to have big binders, and to organize them in a certain way and blah blah blah...

Of course I ended up shoving everything into the side pockets. I mean, that's what they're for, right?

That's probably why the darned things never lasted very long.

But I have an odd way of keeping things straight in my head: I'm kind of a linear thinker, time wise. Not topic wise. So if I get a worksheet in Math it will come after the worksheet I got in English two hours earlier.

In my backpack, of course.

And I think that's how binders totally and utterly screw me up. If I organized them the same way I did my pack...Well it'd be no better than my organization skills now. Which are nil: I've been writing Spanish notes in my fictional stories and I'm having a blasted time extricating them because I have apparently written some Spanish in my stories >.<

And of course if I organize my binder the accepted way I'll get bloody tired of it (and confused taboot) and revert back to my old habits. Or just stuffing things in the pockets.

But I'm gonna give things a try. As I said when Miki came home yesterday and I announced I bought a binder....I must like and respect her a lot.

I mean, there aren't a lot of people I would buy binders for. Heck, I even bought a whole punch and those little dividers.

So beware: The Apocalypse is upon us because I have started to rethink my organizational skills....

Regards from Purgatory,
Monica

p.s. Has anyone seen a note book lying around? Don't care too much about the story but I suspect it has Spanish notes in it....:)