At the beginning of every lesson, out came the notebooks and a small pouch filled with pencils, pens, scissors, erasers, and tape.
I hadn’t used a pencil case since elementary school. I hadn’t seen a pencil case since elementary school.
I don’t know why I thought it would be any different at graduate school, but nevertheless I was surprised to see all my classmates take out their trousses (pencil cases) at the beginning of the first lecture.
By the end of the semester it became perfectly clear to me why nobody had abandoned the concept of a pencil case as something for little children.
While I had gone ahead and lost almost all my pens and pencils, my French friends still had all of theirs intact.
So for this second semester, I have taken the plunge. I have become a little bit more French.
I bought a pencil case.
My trousse in all its pink, see-through glory.
For now I still have all my writing utensils. Here's hoping I don't loose the entire trousse.