Anyone who reads this blog regularly might suggest I have an unhealthy obsession with pencils. And, seeing as this is my third or fourth post about pencils, I guess I might agree. But, something interesting is happening this year and it runs counter to everything I have experienced as a teacher so far.
They’re coming back.
All those pencils that have been spirited out of my room are, like the Swallows to Capistrano, returning.
In the past, my students have gone through pencils at an alarming rate. Last year, I had a bin of pre-sharpened pencils at the start of each day. Seriously, I started each day with ten or more pencils and by the third block they were gone and my fourth block students were asking for...you guessed it, pencils.
I went through so many pencils, the Ticonderoga pencil company had their lumberjacks working overtime.
But, something has changed. Maybe it’s karma evening things out in the world, I don’t know.
Today, I started the day with one lonely little pencil in the cup on my desk and, as if by magic, I ended the day with half a dozen - and I didn’t teach even a single class today.
Truth be told, I’m picking up pencils at the end of each class. This year’s students are a forgetful lot and my pencil cup is the beneficiary.
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