What exactly is the Trouble with Crystal? Life reflections of a crazy girl.
I love you, white board. I love how blank you are at first, inviting me, almost challenging me, to deface it with a problem that you can’t solve. I love hearing the click when I remove the cap of the expo marker and stick it to the end. I love the feel of the dry-erase tip as I invest my entire body in sweeping motions to plant words and pictures on the board. Yes, I even love you enough to bear that signature smell of dry-erase.
I love switching colors! Writing new ideas in purple, pink, and teal! I love how when I am sidetracked, I can section part of you off for doodling. Before I know it, I have my entire masterpiece on a simple slab of whiteboard. Yes, you’ve done it once again; you’ve amazed me with your ability to turn any puzzle into clarity, to turn writer’s block into inspiration.
I love how I can hang you in the hallway, empty; and by the end of the week, you are full with new creations contributed by my neighbors. I love how I can hang you on my door, leaving you to deal with unwelcome guests by telling them, “I’m not here”; or how I can trust you to pass the message “Be right back!” to my friends. You’ve always been there for me in the middle of the night through the papers and the problem sets. You probably know more about organic chemistry and physics than I do.
I love how when I erase, I can still see ghosts of the remnants of my writing. I love how when I erase, I get to do that all over again.
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