Kursunkalem / Pencil

Her gun mutlaka bir kursun kalem buluyorum ya masanin ustunde ya da yerde. Atilmis, dusurulmus ve umursanmamis. Bazilarini da kirilmis bir sekilde goruyorum. Ogrencilerin onlari zevk icin kirdiklarina da sahit oldum... Dusunuyorum. Otomatik 0.5 0.7 ve 0.9 kalemler cikip da kalem dunyamizda devrim yasadigimiz zamana kadar kursun kalemler, onlarin agac kokulari, ve kalemtras ile ucunu sivriltmek ne guzeldi. Olur da kalemim yere duserse icim sizlardi. Acaba ici kirildi mi diye. Cunku ici bir kirilirsa, her actiginizda o sivri parca dusuverir ve kalemi defalarca acmak zorunda kalirsiniz. Ta ki kirilmamis bolgeye gelinceye kadar. Bazen kalem biter gider. Yeni kalem almak gerektigini babaya soylemek cok zor gelir. Gozum gibi bakardim yani. Sonra silgi vardi bir de. Onu kaybetmek yine basima gelebilecek kotu olaylardan biriydi. Ortasi delinir silginin ve boyna asilir...

Ortaokul, lise yillari. Ogle arasinda gevrek (simit) yenilir. Eger sansliysam ve biraz daha param varsa yanina bir Sutman (Nazilli'deki yerel bir mandra) ayran, ucgen peynir veya cay alinabilir. Iste o gun keyfimiz tam olur :) Haa, eger bayram sonrasi falansa ve cebimizde gercekten iyi miktarda para varsa, tost ve ayran alinip ziyafet cekilir. Sucugu en kotu kalite tostlardan, ama o kadar tatli gelir ki o. Ogle arasindan sonraki derste hala o zevk yasanir... Butun bunlar geliyor aklima, yerlerde surunen kursun kalemleri gordugumde, yarisi yenmemis guzelim yemekleri gordugumde, uzerine defalarca basilmis ekmekleri, patatesleri gordugumde...

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Almost everyday I find an abondoned pencil in school, on the ground, on the table, on anywhere actually. Or sometimes kids break them on purpose, just a game. Then I am in deep thoughts... It was one of the worst things that might happen to me as a student: dropping my pencil. Because, the graphite inside might have been broken and it used to become very tricky to sharpen it. You need to sharpen it until you get to an unbroken part, otherwise the tip just comes off. And also I remember my eraser. It was also a disaster to loose one. The solution was to pas a thin rope through a hole in the middle and hang it over my neck :) Then you don't loose it. Well, at least you minimise :)

Secondary school years. Eating a simit (Turkish style sesame covered snack) was good in the luch break. If I was lucky and have some more money, a glass of tea or ayran (Turkish style soft drink, mixture of salt, yogurt and water, my favourite, lovely refresher in the summer) next to simit was a feast! If I was really lucky, especially after a religous festival, I might have had some more money and I would go for a toasted deli (special soft bread toasted, Turkish style sausage and tomato paste in it) along with ayran. Wow. That was a biiig feast. I used to feel the joy for a couple of more hours then after :) Well, these are the thoughts flocking into my mind when i see those abondoned pencils and uneaten food going to the bin in the lunch at school...