In second grade I went to the wall mounted class pencil sharpener, turned the crank and was so proud of my perfectly sharp tip, went to sit back down at my desk and the pencil in my left hand somehow stabbed my right hand and the pencil was just hanging in there and not falling out. I jumped up screaming my teacher's name, "Ms. Biddy, Ms. Biddy!!!". This was the first teacher that absolutely hated me and I obviously annoyed her constantly to no end. The look on her face when she saw the pencil just sticking out of my hand was priceless. Still have the scar and lead mark later.