To my ever growing pile of pens,

Thank you for always being there for me- except for all of the times that you aren't, and I have to dig you out of the couch, the bottom of my purse, and every crevice of my car. I may not always remember where I put you, but I am always aware of how much I need you. Thank you for offering me some semblance of organization as I attempt to color coordinate my planner, my notes, my schedule, and my life. Thank you for not judging me when I fail miserably to do it.

Colored pens, you have seen the best of me. The start of the start of the school year, with a new carefully selected planner that is just for you to color coordinate. Thank you for sticking with me as I drag you across colored sticky notes that you and I both know I have no hope of ever keeping up with. Thank you for seeing the worst of me, halfway through the semester, binder in ruins, colored pens once so carefully organized now scattered through my car and backpack. Thank you for not judging me.

Thank you for not getting upset when I pick favorites, and especially as I go through phases- one month everything is in a blue and green color scheme, the next may be nothing but purple and orange. Colored pens, thank you for your dependability, even in my indecisiveness. Thank you for letting me dig through each and every one of you only to finally settle for the faithful black pen.

Colored pens, without you my notes would be boring. Thank you for livening up my pages and pages and pages of notes on subjects that I can't wrap my brain around. Thank you for helping me keep my math from running together. Thank you for helping me keep my life -almost- together.

From the bottom of my pen pile, thank you.

Yours truly