I don’t often use the paper cutter at work anymore. On the rare occasion I do, I think about my Grandma Lucy and the times she worked as a substitute teacher at my grade school. You see, when Gram was filling in, I could lead the class in an art project of my choosing. Most of the time it involved cutting strips of colored paper to make paper chains. I remember the collective groans of my classmates when it was clear our regular studies would be replaced with yet another meaningless art adventure, but I loved it!