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Post by Boozin' Susan on Dec 22, 2020 0:19:48 GMT
I was forced to write with a fountain pen at school. Being left-handed, it was a real bummer. Was always smudging what i had written, unless I wrote uncomfortably so that my wrist was bent and hand was above the part I was writing. Adding to that how you were supposed to slope writing forwards, and it was seen as bad to have it going the other way, it made essay writing really challenging. Today I'd probably be awarded extra time in exams. The nib would also often get something stuck in it. Also, pens when kept in the pocket could leak stain your clothing. All in all, I'm over fountain pens and quite content with using either a pencil or a modern digital device. As a lefty myself, I went through the first and second grades with graphite all over the side of my hand – with the second knuckle of my pinky burnished to a high gloss. (Even though ball-point pens had supplanted fountain pens by that point, my school didn’t allow us to use pens until the third grade.) (The only reason I even knew anything about fountain pens at all was because the ancient desks in my fourth-grade classroom had inkwell openings in the upper right corner. I think the teacher got tired explaining to us what those holes had originally been used for.) (The coolest part about going to school in a building that had originally been built in the 19th century was getting to use these desks in 4th grade. Sadly for us, they were removed during the Christmas vacation and we got typical 1970s school desks after that.)
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Post by graucho on Dec 22, 2020 0:57:06 GMT
I was forced to write with a fountain pen at school. Being left-handed, it was a real bummer. Was always smudging what i had written, unless I wrote uncomfortably so that my wrist was bent and hand was above the part I was writing. Adding to that how you were supposed to slope writing forwards, and it was seen as bad to have it going the other way, it made essay writing really challenging. Today I'd probably be awarded extra time in exams. The nib would also often get something stuck in it. Also, pens when kept in the pocket could leak stain your clothing. All in all, I'm over fountain pens and quite content with using either a pencil or a modern digital device. As a lefty myself, I went through the first and second grades with graphite all over the side of my hand – with the second knuckle of my pinky burnished to a high gloss. (Even though ball-point pens had supplanted fountain pens by that point, my school didn’t allow us to use pens until the third grade.) (The only reason I even knew anything about fountain pens at all was because the ancient desks in my fourth-grade classroom had inkwell openings in the upper right corner. I think the teacher got tired explaining to us what those holes had originally been used for.) (The coolest part about going to school in a building that had originally been built in the 19th century was getting to use these desks in 4th grade. Sadly for us, they were removed during the Christmas vacation and we got typical 1970s school desks after that.) That pic could pass as a Marchel Duchamp gallery piece! I think we had similar desks, but mainly used cartridge pens. It was a right old fashioned place, full of the weirdest teachers you can imagine! it took the law about 35 years to put the music teacher in jail, which was 35 years after most of us knew what he was up to.
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Post by bad gateway on Dec 22, 2020 4:16:14 GMT
We had elementary school desks like Susan poated. The inkwell port was the right size for a paste bottle. We finger-snacked on that shit (actual 'minty' flavour) while the teacher wrote on the blackboard.
Fountain pens weren't a local school thing. If we used cutlery for a stealthier dining experience it was a Bic. You had to be careful not to swallow the refill endcap.
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Post by sₚⲁᵣₖydₒg on Dec 22, 2020 4:50:16 GMT
Yeah, and when I was in school, one little goof and the fucking nun would make you start over on a fresh sheet of paper. I was excellent in cursive by the end of grade school. By the end of high school I devolved into a scrawl-y kind of half cursive, half printed handwriting.
Once a boss told me I had to change my signature because it looked sloppy. Fuck that.
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Post by Boozin' Susan on Dec 22, 2020 5:26:38 GMT
We had elementary school desks like Susan poated. The inkwell port was the right size for a paste bottle. We finger-snacked on that shit (actual 'minty' flavour) while the teacher wrote on the blackboard. Funny you should mention minty flavored school paste. When I was in the 6th grade, I saw the big plastic jar the teacher scooped the stuff out of and the label on it actually read “Mint Flavored”. I guess the paste manufacturer actually planned on the little idiots eating the stuff..!
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Post by respiratoryproblems on Dec 22, 2020 15:00:18 GMT
The most exciting thing about fountain pens at school was the you could stomp down on the cartridge in the playground and send the ink flying over some other kid's shoes and trousers (hey, TROUSERS! ROFLMAO).
Yeah, I went to a single-sex school. So much unchecked testosterone.
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Post by Sanjay Gupton on Dec 22, 2020 16:20:15 GMT
I went to school with a kid in fifth grade that took paste eating to a whole new level. He'd eat anything. We had a pencil tray in our desks under the lid and he'd crunch up those gum erasers we used to have, spread them around the tray and then cover in Elmer's glue. Next day, it would be nice and hard and he'd snack on it all day. I know this because I had to sit right new to him. He ate the watercolor paints out of the little plastic tray. My friend bought one of those space age pens that would write upside down and the kid next to me borrowed it, and found that he could get the pump end off easily and suck the ink out of it. He gave it back empty and swore he didn't suck the ink out of the pen, with a blue tongue and teeth. My friend's mom anonymously sent his mother a bunch of articles about kids eating paint and getting lead poisoning.
Fifth grade was fun. I had a teacher who would never be allowed near children today. He would have thought Trump was a liberal dick. He got in a lot of trouble for the day we came back from recess to find him dressed as a Cossack, pointing a real rifle at us and yelling in a hilarious Russian accent that our teacher had been taken away with our parents for re-education in the camps in Canada, or someplace. He taught us how to make an outline and use it to write a paper though. When I went back to school when I was 30 my English teacher had to teach all the younger students how to do an outline and the teacher and I were about the same age and she said they didn't each outlines in public schools anymore. I told her I learned in fifth grade and she was pretty impressed. Neat, eh? Heh.
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Post by respiratoryproblems on Dec 22, 2020 16:32:56 GMT
I went to school with a kid in fifth grade that took paste eating to a whole new level. He'd eat anything. We had a pencil tray in our desks under the lid and he'd crunch up those gum erasers we used to have, spread them around the tray and then cover in Elmer's glue. Next day, it would be nice and hard and he'd snack on it all day. I know this because I had to sit right new to him. He ate the watercolor paints out of the little plastic tray. My friend bought one of those space age pens that would write upside down and the kid next to me borrowed it, and found that he could get the pump end off easily and suck the ink out of it. He gave it back empty and swore he didn't suck the ink out of the pen, with a blue tongue and teeth. My friend's mom anonymously sent his mother a bunch of articles about kids eating paint and getting lead poisoning. Fifth grade was fun. I had a teacher who would never be allowed near children today. He would have thought Trump was a liberal dick. He got in a lot of trouble for the day we came back from recess to find him dressed as a Cossack, pointing a real rifle at us and yelling in a hilarious Russian accent that our teacher had been taken away with our parents for re-education in the camps in Canada, or someplace. He taught us how to make an outline and use it to write a paper though. When I went back to school when I was 30 my English teacher had to teach all the younger students how to do an outline and the teacher and I were about the same age and she said they didn't each outlines in public schools anymore. I told her I learned in fifth grade and she was pretty impressed. Neat, eh? Heh. There's a gif from Community for everything.
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Post by audiopro on Dec 22, 2020 19:41:51 GMT
I recently bought a cheap fountain pen as I have damaged nerves in the fingers of my writing hand, and I found that regular writing helps.
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Post by daved on Dec 22, 2020 20:00:13 GMT
I write like a 9 year old so the less I write the better. My wife gets mad when I add to the shopping list. Her writing looks like Shakespearean script.
Regardless, Dollar Store pens are just fine. Fuck you Steve.
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Post by essayceedee on Dec 22, 2020 23:53:38 GMT
I wish I had some cool pen stories.
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Post by hoffa_nagila on Dec 23, 2020 7:20:43 GMT
Should I fill out my pen profile?
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Post by bradman on Dec 23, 2020 14:25:59 GMT
Put a sharpie in your ass first.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2020 21:31:31 GMT
Put a sharpie in your ass first. That’s what I call foreplay DeVoe style.
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Post by aaa-appreciator on Dec 23, 2020 23:12:05 GMT
When I was at school it was really popular to collect smelly rubbers, I think everyone in class had a smelly rubber of some sorts. I remember I had one that looked like a stick of rock.
Does this count for anything?
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