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Opening my pencil case brings me a tough dilemma every single day. Once the zip is unfasten, I have to choose between using the blue pen or the black one; moreover, I have only few seconds to make the decision... That is overwhelming, as you can imagine! I look at my classmates and I wonder how can they automatically pick their pen even without thinking... Don't they doubt at all? Each colour will make them company for a whole lecture, that is an hour of connotations to handle...

Whenever I look at my blue pen, it reminds me how shiny and splendid was the ocean where we the cousins used to swim every morning. The beach was still peaceful when my uncle brought us there in his blue car, hence we could run and play with total freedom until the beach got crowded again. Benjamin's birthday is tomorrow, I'd better not forget to call him! My blue pen will remind me to do it... He and I enjoyed lying down on the sand and spending some time looking at the blue sky while we confessed to loath going on vacation with our parents. I smile when I recall how much antipathy I felt for my father... whose favourite kind of cheese is also blue! Its sour taste matches his temper when he remembers that he's almost sixty. There is nothing wrong in being old, it all depends on your attitude towards life. Actually, my grandmother was one of the most cheerful persons I've ever met! Her blue eyes always looked at me with warm joy.

On the other hand... I am grabbing a black pen. Unlike the blue one, this makes me feel steady and prepared to fill hundreds of sheets with its ebony ink. The deepest of the colours spurs me to be reflective and meditate, I cannot help feeling that way. Our soul has got dark hideouts where a vulnerable melancholia is waiting to be awaken by the sound of a black pen scratching the paper. Writing and reading are even more pleasurable when I'm at home and my mother prepares black coffee, which always goes with an ounce of dark chocolate --You see? Some connotations are sweet, indeed. This shade is hypnotic for me. When written in black, every word becomes evocative; feelings and thoughts dance freely in its darkness.

How to choose, then? Black or blue? Both pens enclose memories and emotions, and I must select those that will accompany me through an entire lecture... The choice changes everything! How will I feel during the empty moments when there is nothing to do in class? Blue will bring me sweet memories and that cheers me up, whereas I will be pensive if I use the black pen... Will I remember to call Benjamin? Can you guess which colour I am using now?

Exercise: Writing a contrast text.