We never thought we’d turn into one of those sites that sells PhDs.

I know this guy who’s been my friend since… I dunno, since forever. When we finished high school, he went away to college, while I took a job straight off as a cardboard box tester, which eventually led me to a position here at Woot.

After many, many semesters of hard work at the undergraduate and graduate level, my friend got a PhD last summer. Here’s the weird thing, though. I got one, too!

I mean, sure—his is proof of having mastered a difficult subject over many years of study in some of the country’s most respected academic institutions, while mine’s just a mechanical pencil.

But with its ergonomic triangular grip, a jumbo twist eraser, and a continuous-use spring tip, my black cherry PhD mechanical pencil can do something my friend’s elite humanities pedigree can’t:

Be of use in real life.

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