Unfiltered Story #32576

My kindergarten teacher had certain ideas about what she should be expected to teach. I started the school year without knowing how to properly hold a pencil. Instead of showing me, she complained to my parents.

One day, I was sitting at a table in our classroom when she walked up to me, wrapped my fingers precisely around a pencil and walked away, all without saying a word or looking at me.

And that was how I learned how to hold a pencil.