November 21, 2016
College is all about new beginnings. New friends, new location, brand new room with all new stuff. It’s a time when you’re introduced to dozens of new faces, some of which you might never see again, and some of which will become lifelong friends. Looking back on the last three and a half years, it’s remarkable how many relationships I've developed. Relationships with new friends, old friends, professors, faculty and staff have all shaped my time at DePauw. After three and a half years, I have met and befriended some of the most spectacular men and women, and I feel immensely blessed to have those relationships. Yet, as friendships come and go, and college draws near the end (insert sob session here), one relationship has stuck out to me among all others: my relationship with… wait for it… my favorite pen.
Now I know what you must be thinking: This chick is crazy! Is her best friend from college really her favorite writing utensil? Well I’m here to tell you that yes, you are correct. I am crazy. But with good reason. Sure, I’ve made other friends at DePauw. Ones you can’t buy at Walmart for less than a dollar. But my pen has stayed by my side through everything. There’s something about a my favorite pen that makes school more exciting. The way the black ball point glides across the lines in my notebook, hurriedly scrambling down the notes that my professors are spewing at me day after day. The way that it lets me bite the end of it during those long, stressful all-nighters. The way that, without a fail, it sticks out among the other writing utensils in my backpack, longing to be held and used. My pen is who guided me through my college experience, who took note after note, signed form after form and gave hand tattoo after hand tattoo.
Not every pen is the same. I use the classic BIC clicker pen with black, ball point ink. Just describing it makes me wish I was hand writing this blog and not typing it. Friends in the past have used Sharpie Fine Point pens to take their notes. Sharpie doesn’t do it for me the way BIC does. The smell is too poignant and the ink always bleeds onto the back of the page, making the pages of my notebook fill twice as fast (ain’t nobody got funds for that). My BIC glides smoothly across the page, creating a plethora of knowledge and filling the pages of my notebook with sweet sweet ink. Try taking notes with something else, I dare you.
Trust me, DePauw has given me so much more than an obsession with a cheap piece of plastic. It’s afforded me opportunities outside my wildest dreams, and introduced me to some of the most amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing (shout out to the English Department, the real MVP). But when it comes down to the very bare minimum, I couldn’t have done any of my college experience without BIC, my trusty little friend.