31 August 2012
The Speech from a Pencil
No one would expect such a tiny object, like a pencil to have the ability to speak, and no one would expect such a solitary thing could bring to me a lot of memories during my childhood. Some say that I should stop keeping pencils and that I’m out of my mind because a pencil is worth nothing, but I say to them “Why they are worth nothing. They provide an efficient way to communicate on paper and also make everyone feel more knowledgeable. For me, a pencil has its meaning, and it shows that I appreciate something so simple as a thin stick of wood and graphite can bear so much heavy weight on its shoulders. Pencil of world, I salute you, and you are truly the unsung hero of so many.” Based in my elementary school background in Viet Nam, I was usually called nerdy boy with a little pencil on the top of my ear or the side of my backpack. Some of teacher told me “Minh! You are a legit with a pencil.” During my elementary school year, I accidentally dropped the pencil and broke it; like everything else, I was so sad and hold it for a whole day since this pencil was one of my presents from my best friend, Tan, and he wanted me to keep it to remind of friendship between me and him. It also taught me a lesson about life experience and how to overcome when the situation had obstructed me. This was my first time I was worried about something that had broken and could have brought to me a lot of emotion. The first day I came to school, in my hand ,there was a little secure fist of my mom .Her fist was so warm and gentle taking me all the way to the main gate. When she was walking with me, she whispered with her gentle breeze voice “Minh, you are my wonderful son, and this is a whole new world for you, and from now on, you will be in the academic world with a lot of new things you will study so don’t be afraid to learn”. After talking with me, her hands left my sides, and on my face, the tears are still flowing. Afterwards, I entered the campus with little embarrassing in my head because everything seemed to be new to me. At that time, there was a person from a far view running all the way to me and tried to make friends with me. He was about my age, a six-year-old boy with a chubby cheek, and his name was Tan, and he seemed to be new as I am in the campus, but he was really excited and was ready for school. He showed me every places in school and showed me which places he just visited. The campus was bigger than I had thought before. While he was showing me, he said “Come on! You should be excited for the first day! Don’t be so shy and so hesitant if you have any questions or funny things to share.” After he talked to me, I began to share with him all of my feelings like how I was so scared and shy for the first day of school with embarrassed voice coming from my chit-chat mouth since at home, I talked a lot and shared with my family. After a few minutes, the bell had rung, and we began go to class. I figured out that I forgot my pen and pencil at home since I was so perplexed that morning for preparing to go to school. Tan said to me “Don’t worry about that! I have an extra pencil in my pencil case! Just take it and keep it for our first greeting.” After that, each of us went different directions, for Tan, he headed all the way down to the cafeteria while I headed all the way toward to the front which seemed to be very convenient since it was near the front door so that I could go home early after finishing with school. All the way to class, holding a little pencil in my hands with a humbleness about our conversation, my hands felt warmer, and my heart was beating like a “machine in robot” (all of my arteries, veins seemed to gather together and bring the blood back to my superior and inferior vena cava made my heart beat nearly 130-140 beats/min), so I felt like I had a someone who cared about my situation and could share our happy or sad stories....