Yep, this was me…
every month when my scholastic book order would come in and my teacher would hand me my beautiful shrink-wrapped handful of books was the new best day of my life. The book fair, of course, was the epitome of my existence.
Who remembers
Motherfucking Scholastic
Book
Orders
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
(Source: mattypeschanel)













