The art of sharpening pencils is a delicate one, to say the least. Especially if you have the kind that I have, a prehistoric and extremely temperamental device that has a mind of its own and overheats after about 2 pencils. Yes, my sharpener has been known to chew up novelty pencils and spit them back out in mutilated condition, just to prove that he is the boss.
So, when I do manage to successfully sharpen my new yellow Ticonderoga, it’s a feeling of pure bliss. I walk back to my desk triumphant, reading to resume those tiresome integration word problems.
Until the moment my pencil hits the paper and the point snaps.
“Wha…but I just…OH COME ON!!”
It’s a little like deja vu as you head back to the ol’ sharpener, this time begging it to be merciful to your already worn-down pencil.
This is also where pens come in handy.