In grade school, I had a bag of stationery paper. A whole stack of them. Scented, floral, plain, simple, and everything you can possibly imagine. I learned the art of trading then. In high school, we were required to keep a diary and write about our learnings from day to day. And because I’m pretty competitive, as do many others of my classmates, it easily became a who’s-got-the-prettiest and-highly-decorated diary. There were no extra points, most of us simply just…
