I guess I’m a pencil snob. There’s a box of 144 new pencils in the desk I inherited, but I had to order some good ol’ Dixon Ticonderoga No. 2s.
Ever since Mr. Frost handed me a new one of these on the first day of second grade, every other pencil has felt inferior.
American cedar, quality lead, and a soft eraser that erases without ruining the page. And, maybe most important, they just smell like pencils.
Are you still reading this? Now I’m embarrassed.
No one should care this much about pencils, but then again, you already knew there is something wrong with me.