Pencil Crisis of May-June 2010
That's it, Blogger, first born child EATEN. Really? What did I do to lose the right to name my babies/posts? That's OK, I forgive you, I know you're just intimidated by my awesomeness. Once you sort out your insecurities, you know where to find my to apologize to me.
Alright, at the beginning of the year in grade 7, I swore to myself that I wouldn't let anyone borrow my pencils/pens/paper, because in grade 6, no one had any pencils/paper/pens whatsoever, and I didn't want a repeat of that whole fiasco. Though it was hard to say no to my beggar-classmates, I soon built a resistance to their constant whining and begging for writing utensils. However, as the year progresses, I slowly started to forget anything that I had promised myself at the beginning of the year. After the whines got to an almost unbearable high, I gave in to the yelping and lent out a single pencil. The fact that I had writing utensils quickly spread around the classroom, and before you know it, I had lent out all of my pens and pencils. I got around 40% of them back, and I started to remember the promises I had made earlier on in the year. I stopped giving out pencils and I quickly became the bitter, nazi-like figure who temporarily pissed people off when I clutched and held close my precious pencils.
Things were going as planned, until people resorting to stealing, resulting in a permanent loss of writing utensils amongst everyone in the class, because everyone would "accidentally" lose the pencils somewhere in the school. Soon, the few who had pencils were automatically the respected ones in the class, and before you knew it, pencils became the most valuable thing known to these neanderthals. People would share pencils, taking turns writing sentences, and before you knew it, there was a black market, consisting solely of pens and pencils found in peoples basements.
After getting used to this pencil depression, it was already 2 weeks before summer vacation. As Yulia and I were cleaning our lockers, she stops talking and just stared open mouthed in her locker. Can you guess what she found. That's right. A brand new, unopened pack of 24 SHARPENED STAEDTLER PENCILS. Yulia and I kept this juicy secret to ourselves until the last day of school, when we rubbed it in peoples faces:D
So, now you know about the Pencil Crisis of 2010.
Waffle in hand, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.
