Ugh. Those three words have haunted me since the first day of school. Really. If you say it to me, I will cringe. The dreaded pencil sharpener and pencil management is one that varies each year. Some years, you get a class where it’s just never an issue. They come in knowing how to use their pencil. They don’t eat them. They don’t pick the eraser off the top and shred it into a million pieces on the floor. They don’t push down so hard on their paper that tips of lead are flying around your room like asteroids.
And some years, you get…
My class. Don’t get me wrong. I love my little first graders. Really – they are honestly one of the best classes I’ve had over the past five years. They are so, so, so sweet and excited about everything. They are eager to learn. They laugh at my jokes. They laugh at my jokes that aren’t funny. They ask me how Weston is and cheer when I come back after they’ve had a sub.
But they cannot go more than a day without breaking a pencil, losing their pencil, or eating a pencil. If I heard “My pencil broke.” one.more.time….
Enter: My husband. At the bottom of my birthday presents was…. The.Best.Pencil.Sharpener.Ever. You’ve seen it. It has been all over blog-world. And now, my little firsties and I have one to enjoy!