Garrett Johnston

I walked into the Burton Building Trades center one day. It looks really dirty, covered in sawdust and screws. The place doesn’t have a smell at all. There is a outside part to it and its no fashion show itself. The teacher introduced all of the newbies to the 2^nd and 3^rd year students. He showed us around the Woodshop and let us look at some things, then he showed us the wood lathes. I thought they were pretty cool, he asked us if anybody wanted to try it, I said yes of course. So he handed me a tool and showed me how to do it so at the end of the hour I had made a 100% round piece of wood. I was proud of what I had done.

So after a few weeks of taking the OSHA test I had come back to the Woodshop. I had found out what a certain type of wood was called, acrylic, so I had gone to a store called WoodCraft. So the next two days I came back and there was the wood lathe, I went to it and I started carving the acrylic wood into a pen. After half an hour I had turned it from rectangular to round. I then sanded it down.

After I finished the acrylic I had to assemble the pen parts. There was this mechanism called a pen press and I had to use that to put the pen together. So I stuck all the bits and pieces together and Walla! A pen was born. I had made my very first pen! I was so excited. So I kept making pens and I still do this very day.

So Christmas time rolls around, I have no money and nobody that will help me buy anything for Christmas gifts. So I bust out my acrylic pen making skills again. I make pens for all my family members, my mom, my dad, my sister, my sister, my sister, my sister, my sister, my grandmother, etc. So my dad likes things neat, so I give him is pen in a really nice pen case. And so I hope my family loves these pens.

My mom is going to get a click pen with a white porcelain look. My dad gets a click pen with a red rocky look. My sister’s get click pens with purple fiery colors. My grandmother gets two black fire kind of style and one is a twist pen and the other is a click pen. And that’s the end of my story.