As I was putting away the remnants of last years pencil case {the contents of which came home sans pencil case} I came across these 2.5″ survivors of the four school terms. It looks like it was a hard year for pencils, stories had to be written by both ends, nibs were flattened, they look like shell-shocked victims of a historic event, just looking for a quiet place to lay down after a cup of tea.
These are .35c pencils but I do admire that Ethan managed to keep HIS pencils for an entire year, his name barely legible at the end. My boy is good at not losing stuff and I really appreciate that.
The point of this photo of pencils, is this;
Those little stubs made me shudder. They made my mother (a teacher) shudder. I could not believe E was penning his Literacy Award winning stories and spelling tests with mangy stubs barely long enough to grip. A girl would not do that. His economy and thriftiness is commendable considering he pretty much has the whole Smiggle back catalogue sitting on his desk at home.
No need for a new pencil though, my boy had not one but TWO perfectly good stubs. That is the difference between boys and girls. Now you know.
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