Welcome aboard, Susan!
It's so uncanny what you said about being awarded an Osmiroid fountain pen. I've been trying to reconstruct specifics from only fragments of memories that either 3rd or 4th grade (and we're talking later part of 1970's for me here!) we abruptly stopped learning cursive (Sidebar: I was definitely among the students who were gobsmacked over this -- I'd really worked hard on my cursive, and was proud that I could finally do it, only to be told: Okay, now stop that because you'll be doing this other thing! Feh!), and learned something they were calling "loop free writing" (something loosely based upon italic I think) and those of us who demonstrated some level of proficiency it were awarded an Osmiroid! I remember the day I got that pen, and how fascinated I was by the ink cartridge.
The thing is, I was raised in Vancouver, British Columbia, a long way from you in Virginia! Spooky teacher synchronization there, or something!
Marc