I have ALOT of pens.........and I lose them.

Every semester, I start off with about 50 pens (thats like 5 packs), and somewhere in the middle of the year (or sometimes the semester) I need to buy more.

What happens to my pens? I swear I always pick them up and put them down in the same spot when I'm using them. I know to always put them back in the same pocket in my bookbag after use. It's routine, and I don't screw up routine....not often enough to lose 50 pens at least.

You know, I actually never had this problem at my 2 other colleges.....it wasn't until I moved to Philly that my pens just randomly disappeared.

So I'll be sitting in class and I go to grab for a pen to take some notes and BAM, that pocket is empty with nothing but lint and weird debris on the bottom of it. Infuriated with anger I tend to look around and notice that many of my classmates use the same "Paper Mate medium point" dark gray pens.

Is this a conspiracy? I think not. But I do plan on setting up mini surveilance cameras around my seat when I leave for a bathroom break, and yes, I will set one up on the back of my neck to monitor all those walking behind me trying to reach into my backback and take what is rightfully mine.

I may only be one step behind them but I assure you....this year....I'm going to be one step ahead, and I will re-claim my 2,744 Paper Mate medium points before I graduate.

I started out my walk traveling up JFK Boulevard thinking to myself.....what the hell am I doing?

I went to look in a newspaper bin for some kind of idea....and there it was.


There were no papers in the bin, but when I saw these weird stickers on the front, I figured I would walk and try and find pieces of art in this business district area.
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I wasn't very successfu. In fact, this is all I could come up with.


And more of these...


Apparently putting stickers on newspaper bins is very popular in Philadelphia....

So I kept walking....until I realized I was being bossed around by everything.








I was having enough trouble getting around....let alone the people with cars...









This must be the city of NO!

So I turned around and came back to class....
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I didn't have time for lunch.