oh pencil case of the korean student, how truly magnificent you are. somehow, despite your multitude of colors and flowery designs, you mange to remain decidedly unisex; your functionality is admired by boys and girls alike. you manage to pull off the most improper english in such a way that i can not help but laugh. every time i read your faithful declarations of friendship and love i have to stifle a chuckle. "a piece of remember" and "friends makes happy" serve as exalted examples of your infinite wisdom.
regardless, i have never before seen a hypersexed pubescent male embrace an electric pink hue such as when a student dug a highlighter of such color from your depths this evening. and, speaking of your depths, what exactly do you hide in the dark interior of your printed fabric? i have permanently withdrawn my awe after seeing exacto-knives, large pepperoni pizzas, and full length mirrors emerge from your inconspicuously compact frame.
at any rate, pencil case of the korean student, i salute you. you at one time are the holder of multi-colored pens, the cheat-sheet of choice, and the secret source of power of my students. searching for some mystery object has saved millions of desperate pupils from having to answer with a complete sentence the dreaded open-ended question. because of this, you have also saved me from having to pretend that i could understand them and have allowed me more time in the spotlight, which i, of course, relish. furthermore, without you the papers i collect would be limited to the silver-gray of a #2 pencil rather than the day-glo works of art that glow in the dark and make me wonder how much radiation i contact each day. also, my students would never comprehend the wrath that is a teacher fully fed up with them pulling fake rose bouquets, trained lions, and fully packed clown cars from amongst erasers and white out. i dont quite know how you do it, but you keep their attention better than anything else i have ever seen. because i can not unlock your mystery i must pay homage. you have foiled me again, pencil case of the korean student, but rest assured that in the end i will conquer.
until we meet again (tomorrow, and every day thereafter),
a
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If I were a Korean pencil holder, I would be painted with lucky charms and overflow with feathered pens of the rainbow.
Love you and your thoughts Al. Thinking of you often.
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