pencil. pen·cil. pensəl.

I hate pen.  I love colorful inks, and grading with pretty gel pens.  But those are for me.  When kids do math homework in pen, my eye twitches and my neck cramps and I suffer from small micro-seizures.  Such is life.

So I made a definitive decision this year.  Pencil only in math class.  No exceptions.  First day of school, open house, welcome back letter… everything said pencil only.  Even still, I had this actual conversation on the first day of school with a class.

Them: “Is pen okay?”

Me: “Is it a pencil?”

Them: “No.”

Me: “Well then.  No.”

Them: “What about erasable pen?”

Me: “Is it a pencil?”

Them: “No.  It’s an erasable pen.”

Me: “Well then. No.”

 

I hate pen.

 

Part of me wants to laugh maniacally when a student does a worksheet in pen and it’s all wrong.  But I don’t.  I just give them a new worksheet.

What I’m puzzled over is WHY DO THEY STILL ASK ME IF A PEN IS OKAY?  Every conversation has the same response.  “Is it a pencil?  Then no.”

I know I’m prejudiced.  I acknowledge and accept that.  Hi, my name is Stephanie, and I am prejudiced against erasable pen.  Seriously.  Erasable pen just irritates me.  I don’t have a reason.  It just ticks me off.  More so than regular pen.  They write like garbage.  The ink smudges.  It’s suffering from a major identity crisis.  Darn it, pen, love yourself for who you are!  Stop trying to be like pencil.  If you can’t love yourself, pen, nobody else ever will!

Well… time to go grade 100 tests done in pen.

*twitch*

*twitch*