Personal experiences, incidents and smiles


Writing with an ink pen in sixth grade
Was a new experience for the clumsy me
There were many accidents with ink bottles and pens
A leaking pen in the white uniform shirt
Fingers stained with multiple ink stains
A broken bottle of ink on the floor of exam hall
Shoes and clothes of the teacher splattered with blue
Getting scolded by everyone for being so careless
The only saving grace was that I worked out
How boiling the clothes in water will make the ink disappear
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Did you write with an ink pen in grade school? How was your experience?
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Smiling Sadje, as this post took me back to my school days, recalling all the ink stained incidents 😀
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Thanks a lot Radhika!
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Lovely. Thanks for reminding those lovely school days. Holder, nib, and inkpot and stains, I think we all remember.
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Thanks a lot Indira! Those were the days.
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:):):)
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Haha! You reminded me of my school days, Sadje. Using a pen was such a huge thing in the sixth grade and of course those ubiquitous ink stains!. Thanks for the reminiscences.😊
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Thank you so much Punam! I still remember those blue fingers.
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I love how it finished on such a positive note Sadje 😊
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Thanks a lot dear Suzette
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Two different names in one day Sadje. 😊. It’s Deb.
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Oh no! Im so sorry Deb. I have a touch of the flu and my mind is hazy. 🙏🏼
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I like it, I can try out my alter egos ☺️
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Haha! 😅
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Where I went to school in the islands, we had pencils. Ink and desks with inkwells were to expensive for each student. Only the teachers and the headmistress/nun had them, as far as I can recall. I remember as an adult purchasing a Schaeffer pen with the plastic ink cartridge just for nostalgia reasons…haha
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How cool Suzette. The ink cartridges are fool proof as they don’t leak.
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Yes! That’s true. Thanks for the memories. Your post took me back a long way…fond memories.
Cheers.
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You’re welcome Suzette
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😊
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Who knew ink stains would be nostalgic for me.
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Haha! For me too. Thanks Maria
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We had cartridge ink pens and they could leak, but nothing like dipping a pen into an ink well. There is a very nostalgic feel to this post, Sadje.
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Thanks Maggie! In school I didn’t get the cartridge pen but the one you filled with ink yourself.
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Very nostalgic!
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😍
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Beautiful! I had pretty much the same experience 😆
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Thanks Ribana
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Hehe 😄😄 your post brought me back to the elementary school days in China when they made us write in pens (not the ball point kind). I remember ink would leak all over my hands and homework, especially when I thought it had ran out of ink then I’d shake it and drops of ink would be everywhere. 🙂
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Exactly this is what used to happen to me too. Thanks
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Yes…lots of ink everywhere in grade school. I was thankful for cartridge pens later on….much less mess.
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Haha! The typical school going child’s appearance. 😍
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That’s for sure!
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😃
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I was in Grade 5 when I used ink pen for the first time and this poem make me remember my childhood❤
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Thanks Laiba.
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Welcome❤
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I loved using fountain pens. I mostly had the cartridge kind, but also another kind you could re-fill with ink. I loved the scratchy sound the nib made on paper. My go to color was called peacock blue. 🙂
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I like the royal blue! It felt very grownup to be writing with a ink pen.
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A related experience in that poem. I had ink splashed on my white shirts pocket and my shorts pocket where I used to keep my pens often for not wanting to lose them.
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Haha! I can just imagine you in that imagery
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Haha. I tell you, all kids just get messy. You too had to be a sight 😄
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Yes, I was. But then as a young girl I didn’t know what elegance was
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Common with young pupils. You would finally and certainly grow into elegance as you grew older.
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Hopefully, my friend
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You would and you finally did. Wonderful indeed.
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Much obliged my friend
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Pleasure. 🙏
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Chewed on one until it broke. Don’t do that! Ink tastes Gross!
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I know, a bit salty like blood! I’ve done it too. 😅😜
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Ink pen, and blotting paper. To learn how to write and to be able to write in biro was the dream. There is something good about writing in ink pen. Although I do love writing in ink pen. It takes me back to when I was younger, and learning how to write properly.
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Yes, you write well with ink pen was a challenge. Using the ball pen later was easy because even the handwriting was better with it.
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Tune in Wednesday for my story of learning to write with a pen…
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Cool. Thanks John
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I am sure I would have been making messes as well if I would have ever had to write with one. 🙂
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Lol! It’s hard not to at that age. 😅😜
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I probably still would at this age! 😂
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Lol!
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😊
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Wow, I didn’t know that about ink stains. Wonderful to know. Awesome poem, Sadje.
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Happy to increase your knowledge my friend
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Super helpful to me. I have a small habit of getting ink on things…😅
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Cool.
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Sounds very distressing…
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It wasn’t because kids are very resilient. 😃
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Some kids are…others not so much, sadly.
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Yes, some are very sensitive
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Just when they were going to give us ink and pens, they changed their minds and we got ballpoints. I did learn to use ink and pens later for calligraphy, but I was an adult then.
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We weren’t allowed to use ballpoints till we were in med school.
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I still get ink on my hands. It was fun in school to walk proudly around the corridors with ink staines shirts. 😊
Thank you Sadje for wonderful post🙏💗
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Thanks Komaljeet.
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💗🙏
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Took me back to school. Guess what I continue to use a fountain pen now for almost 6/7 years and I cant think of a life without it.
Just that it has a refill. I hope to get back the the ink pot soon. :))
Happy rest of the week, Sadje.
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Thanks Natasha! I hope you have a wonderful week too
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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fun story Sadge and time to break out the dye for coloring eggs for easter.. if you do?
We always have fun doing it! 💖
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Thanks Cindy. We don’t do that here.
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Beautiful poem, Sadje. I loved using ink pens, they felt royal at that time😅 Thanks for bringing back memories 😄💛✨
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Thanks Deeksha.
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Wow! Did this bring back memories!! I think I was one of the last kids in my class to write with an ink pen. I remember my maths teacher scolding me for my ink stained hands. He asked me why I can’t use a ball pen like the other students.
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I’m glad you can relate here. Thanks
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As far as I can remember the only time we used an ink pen was for art class to design our names into a calligraphy “poster.” I still have it even.
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Wow, that’s cool.
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