Sawing Pencils

…is a most exciting sport.

In my wonderfully fascinating pre-engineering class, we have been forced to write an essay on a building of our non-choice. I was assigned the Atheneum, something with an awesome name, an awesome design, and with everything else distinctly non-awesome.

As one girl in my class was presenting, I was quite bored, as were the other kids nearby. My hands naturally wandered close to the large pair of scissors, and a pencil, that may or may not have been stolen from someone.

The obvious thing to do in such a scenario is to begin sawing the pencil in half. It was much more difficult that it had originally seemed, and some people began to stare at me, with sweat dripping down my flushed face, wood chips flying all around me.

While I did this, the girls around me squealed with delight or rage as they glued each other to various objects. When one of them accidentally dumped half a bottle of Elmer’s glue on the other’s left Ugg, the uproar was tremendous, and caused me to apply previously unknown strength to the pencil (since I was so startled and such.) The pencil snapped in half and flew in separate directions across the room, pegging the girl who was presenting and the teacher.

My grade is now rather unhealthy.