The Life of a Pencil
The story of the pencil
We must be focused on one thing. Most of us like to be with people of purpose; people who are focused on one thing. They move with direction. A Pencil Has Priority - What really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. The most important part is what is inside b ecause the inside is connected to its purpose.
The Divine imprint is in us. Inside us is the image and likeness of God.
A Pencil Needs Pain - A pencil has to go through painful sharpening if it is to be useful. In the same way, we will experience painful sharpening from time to time. We must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows; w e will go through trials to test us, teach us, and train us to be better than we were before. Let's look back into our lives. There must be a reason why we went through what we went through.
I need to be brave. I am a good pencil. In the pencil factory house ,. By Ben Wong 6C We hold them and write words. They are my partners. When we use the pencil, we need to sharpen it first. If we work hard, we will be the special ones. We will have many mistakes in our life. But if we correct our mistake, we will not make the same mistakes. By Kelly 6C 2. I think the pencil is as meaningful as life. It needs to get through hard training before it becomes a useful thing in the world. We traveled far and wide, each box being dropped off at a different location across Canada.
I happened to be unloaded at a place that you might know as "Superstore". I spent days and months just waiting to be brought out for sale at the store. As you can imagine, there is not really much you can do when you are a pencil and you are stored in a box with many others of your kind.
The story of the pencil
Finally, after months of ceaseless waiting, it was time for us to be brought out for the public! Now, I ask myself this question, "What exactly were we waiting for? It took a few weeks before someone finally decided to take us to his or her home. As you can imagine, this was a very exciting time for us pencils.
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A new home and new people to meet would be waiting for us! The pencils who I had come to call my friends and I arrived at the house of Timmy, whom we would call our owner for the time being. The date was September 8th, which was Timmy's first day of the third grade. I remember that day clearly. The teacher introduced herself to the class and asked her students to take out a fresh pencil to begin the day.
I, being the lucky pencil that I am, was the first one chosen from the box. I got to know Timmy throughout the next month or so. He used me for everything from mathematics to doodling. We also became friends One day, while just minding my own business on the desktop, Timmy rudely grabbed me and threw me out the window! Like I was a piece of garbage or something! Maybe it was because I had shrunk with old age.
Sir Paul Smith and Tom Dixon - The Secret Life of the Pencil
To tell you the truth, I don't really know why I was thrown away. This was definitely not a pleasant feeling, to be falling through the air at top speed. I landed with a thud in a nearby bush. I began to wonder if humans were just against anything that was made of wood. You would think that your own friend would at least give you a pleasant goodbye before they threw you out of the window! In the next few days, I began to feel as though I was invisible. I would shout and scream for someone to rescue me, but people would walk right by as if I didn't even exist.
I was beginning to wonder if anyone would be kind enough to help me or if I would perish altogether. Let me remind you that this story has a happy ending, of course, or else I would not be here today. Then came the day, the wonderful day, when I received a second chance! It was an incredibly warm day during the last few days of May, when a very kind girl named Claire saved me!
I have now found a new home at a new school. I know that I am safe and sound Did you like this article? Ymail this article to a friend.