Getting points. Takes me back.

Last time I remember getting points was when I used to take the erasers from Miss Ainsworth's fourth-grade blackboard and beat them against the brick wall outside that old rural school house in the middle of nowhere. Then for an extra point, I could sharpen some pencils with a hand-held sharpener. No electric ones or even hand cranked ones back then. A lot of competition for those points and others too, since with 10 points you got a free, small container of milk for lunch with a straw that we kept to take home. Saved three cents, the cost of the milk. A long time ago.

I'd rather have that carton of milk than some title.