There is such promise in preparing a new stash of school supplies — glue, scissors, homework tablet, unsullied pencil case filled with a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils. On the night before school began each September, I sorted these precious jewels over and over again, examining them, trying them, anxious to use each one. I opened the notebooks, sniffed that particular scent of clean white pages, felt the smoothness of each leaf under my fingers. I packed my treasures lovingly in a brand-new schoolbag, placed it next to my stiff, squeaky new school shoes and went to bed to dream of the year ahead.
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