The Adventure of Mr. W.O.

The Adventure of Mr. W.O Part I

      Finally, I have completed the tasks for the day. As I shut my eyes and know that I will not be called upon again, I receive comfort and peace from my cushioned bed in Pencil Case City. But, to my dismay, I am interrupted for the seventy-second time. I squint as the fluorescent light flashes through the hurriedly opened zipper, revealing the sweltering face of my prince, Joey.

      Joey, as expected from any freshman in college, is a social figure that spends most of his day hanging out with friends while spending the extra, "non-productive" hours studying. Consequently, he spends all night trying to write a logical essay about organic chemistry by attempting to recollect the three-hour lecture his professor had given a week ago. I impatiently lie on his table as ideas are written, removed, and written again. Piles of crumbly, worn-out paper accumulate on the old carpet floor beneath him. I sometimes pity him as I watch the nervous novice attempting to craft a masterpiece in just 2 hours.

      Now, I suddenly become interested in the sentence I am removing: two misspelled words and three punctuation errors (which are pretty normal for someone like Joey). As he puts me back into Pencil Case City, I feel a little dizzy and, with much concern, ask the masculine, highly-esteemed Mr. Ball Point to call Doctor Clip (who you may have even heard about). Dr. Clip's examination of the white tape left in my body, however, reveals the sad fact that my end may be near—I only have a couple days left with my current white tape test results. However, Dr. Clip offers a possible route that may alleviate my pain—surgery. Faced with this gloomy verdict, I gently lie on my eraser filled pillow and cry myself to sleep.