I bet most of you never had a teacher that really liked you. I was one of the elite in my classes. I was always the teacher’s pet. I was one of the few she allowed to stay after school with her.
(We had this type desk. There was still a hole for the inkwell, but of course we didn't use that we were modern)
During the day she would always find something small to keep in after school. Most of the time it was really nothing. stuff like shooting spit wads, tossing small wet wads of paper, talking in class or carving my initials in the desk top with my pocket knife, you know little stuff. But I knew she liked me.
I am sure she thought:
For some reason I preferred #3. It was the hardest and would hold a point longer. But it also made a lighter mark.
My 7th Grade in Valdese, NC, Mrs Melissa Grill, one of my favorite teacher ever, she and I spent a lot of time together)
Every post in a journal or Blog has a reason, something spurred it. This one came from a pencil I was using. There are a few of my Company pencils still around. I was just using one and I could hardly see the lines it made, I realized they were #3 lead. Now, I prefer #1 or #2 they make a much darker line HA! (eyesight and Age huh?)
Jackie of South Georgia, has a blog 'Teacher's Pet', she comments here at times.
Okay, Imma ask who else was the teacher’s pet?
PS: A little better signal today!