So my fourth grade class was in the cafeteria because of a mold problem downstairs. We were doing are cursive notebooks, now I don't hold my pencil right. My teacher walked over and whispered into my ear "Ava, if you don't hold your pencil right, I will fail you," Then she walked away. Being the overly emotional baby I am, I laid my head down and started sobbing. My bff at the time, Erin, leaned over and asked "Whats the matter?" I looked at her and told her what our teacher had said. She said, "Girl, don't take sheet from that bish. Hold your pencil how you want," Thats why Erin is now one of my closest friends. I still hold my pencil wrong. uwu