when I was in gradeschool, you fell into one of 3 camps:

1. people who appreciated the sleek visual aesthetic and industrial design of Sharp calculators (with lines reminiscent of Volvos) — or —

2. people who had TI-35s (hideous things whose mushy, rubbery buttons stopped working reliably 8 minutes after unboxing) — or —

3. people who didn’t care about calculators (and had friends).

(I was in group 1. Clearly.)