The broken pencil...
In my last entry, I talked about how I played a guitar for about five years when I was younger. I stopped playing when we moved out to the country as the schools that I went to at the time didn't have a music program and my folks were reluctant to drive me into the city. My first school in the country was an extension added to a one-room schoolhouse but that will have to wait for a future entry. As well, taking the tractor to school and making volcanos will have to wait too. So, what does this have to do with a broken pencil, you might ask. When we were living in the city if you wanted to get music lessons with the school board you had to pass a music test. For some reason, I was keen on learning how to play the violin. So, all the eager/budding musician stayed after school one night to take the music test. As I think about it now, it was most likely a music pitch test. They would play a variety of tones and you would have to put them in order and mark you answer on a piece of paper. For some reason, I was given a defective pencil. The test started and the first thing that happened was the tip broke off my pencil. But I was still able to answer the first couple of questions. I put up my hand to get another pencil and busily waved my hand but to no avail. Using the lead slug, I tried to scribble my answers to the remaining answers but my that time I was several tones out of sync. To this day, I can't remember what the results of the music test were?
