Stages of Grief, told with scrapers

I’m in the middle of arching my second violin. I laid out my scrapers and they arranged themselves like this:

happy scraper set, arching scrapers, glue scraper

My bench neighbor looked over at me playing tangrams with my scrapers and all he had to say was: “You’re retarded.”

denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance of having to resharpen your scrapers