When I was packing up to leave the client's office yesterday, I thought I lost something. It's not anything fancy or expensive, but it's important to me.
I looked all around the table and floor in the boardroom but still couldn't find what I was looking for. Seeing as I was being kicked out of the office so that they could lock up, I had to leave it.
This morning, when I arrived at the client's office again, I retraced my steps. At one spot, I remembered I accidentally dropped my stuff yesterday.
It was right underneath the filing cabinets.
Phew.
What am I referring to? A mechanical pencil.
While I was taking notes in pharm class one day way back then, the person with me was rummaging through my stuff. She noticed the pencil I was using was slightly cracked down the side. The other one in my bag was rather heavy.
So, right away, she insisted I use hers instead and, of course, told me to keep it.
Ever since, I've written every exam with this pencil.
It's a black mechanical pencil with a silver clip. Nothing interesting. Nothing fancy. After I've used it so much, the cap is rather loose. In fact, it doesn't want to stay on. Half the time, I take off the cap so that it won't fall off when I'm writing.
Nothing more than an old pencil.
But it means that much to me.
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