Last week I got an email from Mom saying she was sending me a “fun, little package” in the mail. It came today, and the contents were amusing.
I opened the padded envelope, and out came rolling a bunch of pencils. My first thought was “Who the hell uses pencils anymore?!” but then I noticed what was written on the pencils.
There, in gold letters, scrawled across each unsharpened and standardized-test compatible #2 pencil was the name Nicky Mitchell.
I was instantly six years old again and completely remembered having and using these exact pencils. What I didn’t remember was EVER going by the name Nicky.
Apparently these pencils were a Christmas gift from my grandparents when I was a tot, so perhaps that’s what they called me. But regardless, these pencils now hold a place of honor in my pen cup at work.
Nicky Mitchell is alive and well once again! And ready to fill in any bubble on any SAT you can throw at him.
