One of the joys of my days in school, writing with fountain pens, is something today's students are missing.
The feel of the point gliding across yesteryear's notebook paper (not today's cheap stuff) was something I remember fondly.
I don't remember anything I studied but I loved my Sheaffer pen with the clear red barrel. (Parker is another good brand, and one I enjoy using.)
I often wonder what happened to it. Maybe now that my mom has died the pen (pens?) will resurface from wherever they are hiding.
I remember when my dad forced those dreadful made-in-Japan cheap ballpoints upon us. They cost a dime, and giant blobs of ink would come out of the point, messing up my work. Teachers would complain, but as my dad often told me, "get a job, and then you can buy what you want."
A few years ago I decided to buy one (the one pictured above), and have since been collecting and using them. I have about 50 or so fountain pens, of several makes.
You'll never see me without a fountain pen!