And then the magical travelling romani circus of scholastic would randomly show up and you’d never care to buy any books but they had AWESOME gadgets and toys for sale
at the motherfucking BOOK FAIR
Oh my god, Book Order Day and Book Fair Day were like, my favourite things ever.
A lot of my classmates just liked Book Fair because it meant they could miss class, but fuck it, I was just SO EXCITED FOR NEW BOOKS.
I know I’ve already reblogged this at some point but fuck it I need it on my blog again I miss this shit. Can I go back to this?
… These make me sad because we never had enough money for the book orders and I by the time I could actually read we didn’t have money for the book fairs either.
And I was the only person in my class who liked to read so everyone else would be buying coloring books or toys and I would just stare longingly at the books and wonder what they were about and maybe cry a little.
School sucked, okay, there is not one thing that went well for me.
Oh my god, same. I’d have like, maybe ten dollars if I was lucky for the book fairs, and I’d find about five or six books that I would want so badly, and I’d have to weigh them all against each other because I could afford two of them, at absolute maximum.