What a bleak title, ay...
So in year 2 and year 5 I had the pleasure of having the same TA (teaching assistant); her name was Francis. We all liked her, she was one of the best TAs. At some point during year 5 she swapped her red pen, which was running out, with mine which was still quite ripe for a 10 year old's pen. Why did I swap it? I think when you're that age you'd swap anything to have something of your teacher's, as weird as that sounds now.
Carrying on with the story, a few years back I found out that she had died from cancer. I was upset but still recalled I had her pen. I searched for it and found that it still had ink. This surprised me. The exterior was falling apart, but after so many years, the pen was still working, the very reason she didn't keep it.
A couples years on now, and I still have the pen. I decide to write with it, feeling nostalgic more than anything. It stops working - invisible indents on the page.
I'm in a dilemma now. The ink has run it's course.
Shall I throw it away?
I haven't decided yet.
