The Speech from a Pencil

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The Speech from a Pencil

By | November 2012
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Minh Pham
Rick Adams
English 101H
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...