The final minutes seemed interminable. I sat at the edge of my seat drumming a hole in my desk with my fingers. I could feel the intense pressure building up in the room. Then with one 3-second sound of the bell the pressure burst. People bolted up from their chairs in a bizarre realization of their sudden freedom. I must admit that for a second I did join in this celebration but then stooped down to grab my things. On the ground sat a cup filled with still-sharp pencils. Then in one of the strangest moments of the day the cup began to talk. "Please I beg of you please don't throw me into a bag and forget about me. Keep learning" he said, voice dripping with evil sarcasm . For a second I considered his offer . "Well, now that you say it like that..." and then I tipped the cup over scattering pencils across the floor. As I walked to the door I muttered back to the pencil cup "not on your life." And I walked out the door into summer.