Friday, October 28, 2011

The Rarest Pencil Sharpener of All

   This year, I am taking geometry.
   Yesterday, we had a pretty big test. I use a fatter pencil and put an even larger pencil grip around it to help with my fingers, though my efforts against arthritis always seem to fail. Anyway, I needed to sharpen my pencil. Interesting, huh? So I walked up to my teacher, Mr. B, "Excuse me, is there a pencil sharpener I can use?" He asked another teacher who pointed me to one. Usually, my pencil fits. This time however, it did not.
   Disappointed, I explained the issue. She let me try another one, but it didn't work either. So I was forced to venture out of the media center and to the guidance office, right across the hall. To my dismay, no one was in there and I was not about to set off any alarms or get in trouble for prodding around for a pencil sharpener. Quickly (and, as you may guess, painfully) I went to the next nearest classroom, a 6th grade one. But they had a substitute and not wanting to take too long, I scurried over to the one next door.
   "Do you have a pencil sharpener I can use?" I asked.
   "No, I don't. I'm sorry." With a sigh, I power-walked to the next classroom.
   My language arts teacher from last year welcomed me in. "Do you have a pencil sharpener I can borrow?" I pleaded desperately.
    "Yes, I have two." Thankfully, one of them worked.
    All in all, the process took about five minutes, and they were already giving test instructions when I walked back into the room we were testing in. At that point, I had a swollen knee, painful wrists, ankles, and hips, and red fingers. I completed my test trying my hardest to concentrate, and I did fairly well, but I could've done better.
   If you haven't figured it out yet, I skipped seventh grade and I am now in eighth grade. I am glad to say that it is going very well. I think I need to stop preparing myself for the worst. I have made so many friends. The only itsy-bitsy problem (oh, I miss my Itsy-Bitsy Spider days) is that they are all sort of perfect. Of course, I know this can't be true. Somehow, I miss the chaos, the laughter, the obvious flaws that made me feel so connected with my peers from 6th grade. I will give it time, as that is all I can do. It's not like I'm going around saying, "Look, I need you to tell me a problem you have so I can know that you're not perfect and I can feel better about myself and feel more at home here."
   I got to see Stacie a yesterday! I haven't seen her in months, and I missed her so much. It's great to know that some things in my life are consistent.
   Lastly, I really want to learn to play the harp. I don't know why, but I do. By the time I'm 21, I want to be able to play:

1. Piano (done that!)
2. Handbells (done that!)
3. Guitar
4. Cello (done that!)
5. Harp
6. Ukulele

   So guitar, harp, and ukulele are the only ones left. I figure guitar and ukulele will sort of go together, but I honestly have no clue how I'm going to learn to play the harp. Maybe my Christmas wish will be for a ukulele (yes, I do think they're adorable, don't judge).
   My arthritis may make it hard to play some of these things (cello is extremely painful), but I WILL get there. It's called determination. I have absolutely no doubt, however, that it will come with great Mrs. D, Mrs. I, Mrs. F F I, Mrs. C, Mrs. U, Mrs. L T Y. (I got that from one of my favorite movies, Matilda, even though the book is 20 times better.)

Love,
Rachel