You caught me out.

Mathematical Word Problems. Hospitals (in principle and practice).
Near the top of the list: The Things I Fear Most.

SAT. SAT. SAT. I SAT as I answered the SAT questions. A BABY with a NUMBER TWO pencil. What can I SAY? I always tested well, gurl, I always tested well.

Sharing. Compersion. True story. When I was young, 6-years-old or so, I derived pleasure by sharing objects with others and watching as they used this object or objects.

A girl has a sheet of paper but is in need of a pencil to draw a petalled pansy upon her paper. She needn’t ask, my pencil is in her hand. As she draws I think, I believe, I want to believe, that she feels some pleasure bringing my pencil in play on her paper, because I am engorged with visual delight. Obviously phallic but that further explains the compersion that commenced in my 13th year.

Sharing. It is my pleasure.

Should you ever need a pencil...