I fear that I am well on my way to becoming an eccentric professor. Yesterday I stopped by the department office to see if they had some packing tape on hand. I told the secretaries that they would laugh when they found out why I wanted the tape, and they did. You se, I needed to fix the cover of my notebook as it was about to fall off. Not just any notebook, but my large â€œBloc-Noteâ€, a type of notebook that I buy in Benin and rater love. It is filled with random work and is rather the prefect work notebook. Not to mention, the last large â€œBloc-Noteâ€ I brought back with me.
As I was fixing the cover of this beloved notebook, my pen came to mind. I like the â€œPilot Dr. Grip Gelâ€, and Office Max is kind enough to special order my â€œVery Fine Blueâ€ ink cartridges at no extra cost. People argue for the look of black ink, but black ink disappears on the endless photocopies and print outs with which I work. My students know that â€œaccidentallyâ€ taking said pen would be disastrous to my day.
Notebooks from Benin. Pens with special order ink cartridges. To think that I do not intend to be a professorâ€”at least not soonâ€¦