a rainy day and big old primary school near Clapham Junction, black painted wire fencing above walls of yellow London brick, the old Edwardian doors that say Girls and Boys and Infants that don’t apply any more in the seventies, before anyone cared if the children were happy or not, just turning out factory fodder for the grim grey city, standing on my pedals in my black Harrington jacket, feeling free on my day off, considering how much it rains cyclists seldom get soaked, I’m going to free wheel down Lavender Hill, love the chill on my face
Screeeeeeech. Calk on board. I hated that noise. From the first time I’d heard it in this very class in this very spot, I had hated it. Despised it in fact. Why so? Because it reminds of my first day. Horrible.
give me a signal that the answer is correct. I put it in my copy book and now I think I answered it wrong. Make a screech with the chalk, anything, just give a hint that I got it right. I did, didn’t I?
I’m so glad I don’t have to use chalk to write on a chalkboard. It’s so dusty and messy to clean. I do like the pretty colors of chalk, though and miss blending them. I could do that on a sidewalk, though. I think I will.
I think of my fourth grade teacher, who loved to write on the chalkboard…but also like to throw erasers from the chalkboard at the boys who were misbehaving. I can’t imagine that would work in today’s educational system…he would probably be fired for that! But it was effective at the time and those boys were like angels by the end of the school year!
school and lessons. old fashioned lessons. sitting in seminar rooms with sarah waiting for ambassador applicants, playing hangman. that awful sound when you catch the chalk funny and it makes a horrendous sound. the simpsons opening joke which always makes you chuckle. the rolling chalkboard in mr murphy’s classroom from school which was always SSO DULL.
i always remember the time i was pretty small and i used to play teacher-teacher and use literally evrything posiible as my chalkboard for the students : walls, cupboard, and
School makes people think the same. If you veer too far from the norm, you fail. Later, people are rewarded handsomely for being original, but in the context of our education system, conformity is held above all else. It’s criminal, really.
The chalkboard has been around for a really long time, but like everything else, it has also started to be replaced by something ‘newer’ and ‘better.’ Today, I no longer use a chalkboard; I now use a whiteboard, and better yet, I have an interactive whiteboard – a SmartBoard!
school, dusty air, dancing in the too hot sunlight baking the class to a hot stupor. Impenetrable equations, salient points, the teacher’s back to the class, reaching high to fit one last note in as the bell goes and the class clatter away….
I don’t know what to think.
You wrote it down on that board.
I don’t know what to think.
I was anxious so I didn’t say anything and just thought about it.
I don’t know what to think.
I assumed the worst because that’s the only thing I get out of you anymore.
I don’t know what to think.
I’m running out of you. You’re not running through my hall-like veins anymore. The only things in my body anymore are heartheadaches and tobacco.
I don’t know what to think.
He sat and stared in awe. This was his first day in real school. He was done with the pre-k stuff. This was KINDERGARDEN, and the chalkboard was glorious. He imagined all sorts of alphabet letters and colors and shapes upon this chalkboard, wondering which ones he would see throughout this new year.
A chalkboard is a dusty, green board that is uncomfortable to touch. I strongly dislike chalkboards and the sound chalk makes when it squeaks on a chalkboard. Chalkboards remind me of elementary school and times before whiteboards invaded the world.
it is pretty scratchy, i hate the sound it makes when my fingernails run across it. Also i remember lots of people using these like teachers in schoool. however i still despise them and would rather people use a whiteboard. In fact, never should chackboards be seen again.
when i was little,i always wished that schools had chalkboards still. sometimes i hate that technology,and jsut everything is just advencing so fast,i just it all to slow down and be simple. ,but,chalk is really fun and i want to own a chalkboard:]
I remember it like it was yesterday: I was at the front of the class. It was fourth period, because I remember just thinking about the turkey sandwich that was waiting in my backpack to comfort me after it was all over.
“Well,” my teacher said, “we’re all waiting, Joseph.”
She only called me Joseph to get on my nerves so I’d mess up, knowing full well that every single other person on Earth called me Joey. She was a sadist, I’m sure of it.
“I can’t do the problem, Mrs. Woodson. I didn’t study last night. I’m sorry.”
the dust makes her cough she’d never seen a blackboard before the way it sounds grates and the way it feels while you draw makes her want to smash windows
Every kid loves to write on the chalkboard. they grab chalk when the teacher is at the back of the room and plan to make little stick figures or tick tack toes when she’s not looking they practice their cursive writing of their names and they test dirty words in the corners where they think nobody will see. Erasers make it all ok. Teachers smile knowingly when the recess bell rings.
Millie had never really called herself a fan of The Simpsons, she’d always flicked the channel after spotting the familiar young boy on a skateboard and his laughable chalkboard antics so it was a tiny shock to herself when this was the topic she’d selected out of the many random topics chosen by her media teacher. Little did she know, this was the day she’d always remember as the reason for now filling her house with various yellow paraphernalia and attending many a costume parties as a blue haired lady with pearls.
I really want a chalkboard in my classroom in September. i mean REALLY want one. I feel like I won’t be a proper teacher if i don’t have one. If the school won’t let me have one, I might even cry. And then paint the cupboard doors with chalkboard paint instead!
He wrote it down on the chalkboard with the greatest of ease. Everybody knew how to use the Pythagorean theorem, but few actually knew what it stood for. As the chalk lines formed a more and more complete picture, everybody became enthralled whether they liked maths or not.
Mr. Zwakenberg was simply the best damn teacher we ever had.
Teachers in a room using a chalkboard to spread knowledge to the students eagerly awaiting. Some are paying attention, others are thinking amongst themselves waiting for the day to be over. The chalkboard is the teacher’s only medium to convey what she knows into a form that her students may understand.
I stared at my wall. That may sound boring to you normal folk, but my wall was impersonating a chalkboard. I’d bought this paint a while ago, thinking it was just plain black which I could paint my desk with, but it was in fact chalkboard paint, how awesome is that?!
So anyway, I now have one wall in my room which is completely chalkboard-esque. I can write on it with chalk, and it is super handy for all of my revision notes. Can’t call it a blackboard like when I was in school though, that’s racist apparently…
Chalkboards are very green and sometimes black. Although they aren’t exactly practical today, with ongoing improvement in digital technology, blackboards still remained widely used throughout schools in North America. However, soon enough smartboards and other digital technology will replace the chalkboard.
dusty dry and i dont like touching it too much, makes my hands feel all dusty and the squeaking make my brain screech inside but i love to draw long squiggles all over it it feels good to make art on it and it kinda smells
we’ll write our names in charcoal on trees and
in white across chalkboards
because as long as
we can read we’ll remember
everything.
a rainy day and big old primary school near Clapham Junction, black painted wire fencing above walls of yellow London brick, the old Edwardian doors that say Girls and Boys and Infants that don’t apply any more in the seventies, before anyone cared if the children were happy or not, just turning out factory fodder for the grim grey city, standing on my pedals in my black Harrington jacket, feeling free on my day off, considering how much it rains cyclists seldom get soaked, I’m going to free wheel down Lavender Hill, love the chill on my face
Screeeeeeech. Calk on board. I hated that noise. From the first time I’d heard it in this very class in this very spot, I had hated it. Despised it in fact. Why so? Because it reminds of my first day. Horrible.
give me a signal that the answer is correct. I put it in my copy book and now I think I answered it wrong. Make a screech with the chalk, anything, just give a hint that I got it right. I did, didn’t I?
I’m so glad I don’t have to use chalk to write on a chalkboard. It’s so dusty and messy to clean. I do like the pretty colors of chalk, though and miss blending them. I could do that on a sidewalk, though. I think I will.
I think of my fourth grade teacher, who loved to write on the chalkboard…but also like to throw erasers from the chalkboard at the boys who were misbehaving. I can’t imagine that would work in today’s educational system…he would probably be fired for that! But it was effective at the time and those boys were like angels by the end of the school year!
idontknow i dont know. really. it reminds me of school. and its holidy. puh-leeaase. i dont particularly want to be reminded of school.
i use to write on the chalkboard when i was young. i had a box of all different coloured chalks.
it was a black chalkboard with the pictures hangin underneath.
school and lessons. old fashioned lessons. sitting in seminar rooms with sarah waiting for ambassador applicants, playing hangman. that awful sound when you catch the chalk funny and it makes a horrendous sound. the simpsons opening joke which always makes you chuckle. the rolling chalkboard in mr murphy’s classroom from school which was always SSO DULL.
i always remember the time i was pretty small and i used to play teacher-teacher and use literally evrything posiible as my chalkboard for the students : walls, cupboard, and
Just thinking of a chalkboard makes me cringe, my shoulders rise spontaneously, and my goose bumps all come out to play at the same time.
black with smokey white messages written all over it
School makes people think the same. If you veer too far from the norm, you fail. Later, people are rewarded handsomely for being original, but in the context of our education system, conformity is held above all else. It’s criminal, really.
The chalkboard has been around for a really long time, but like everything else, it has also started to be replaced by something ‘newer’ and ‘better.’ Today, I no longer use a chalkboard; I now use a whiteboard, and better yet, I have an interactive whiteboard – a SmartBoard!
school, dusty air, dancing in the too hot sunlight baking the class to a hot stupor. Impenetrable equations, salient points, the teacher’s back to the class, reaching high to fit one last note in as the bell goes and the class clatter away….
I don’t know what to think.
You wrote it down on that board.
I don’t know what to think.
I was anxious so I didn’t say anything and just thought about it.
I don’t know what to think.
I assumed the worst because that’s the only thing I get out of you anymore.
I don’t know what to think.
I’m running out of you. You’re not running through my hall-like veins anymore. The only things in my body anymore are heartheadaches and tobacco.
I don’t know what to think.
when we were at school, we where thought by the teacher writing on a big board called a chalkboard, chalk and talk, that is the way it was back then.
Dust flying everywhere,
or nails scraping down,
a chik-chik-chik
as knowledge appears.
Black and monolithic,
with decorative dust,
here stands the chalkboard,
always teaching us.
He sat and stared in awe. This was his first day in real school. He was done with the pre-k stuff. This was KINDERGARDEN, and the chalkboard was glorious. He imagined all sorts of alphabet letters and colors and shapes upon this chalkboard, wondering which ones he would see throughout this new year.
A chalkboard is a dusty, green board that is uncomfortable to touch. I strongly dislike chalkboards and the sound chalk makes when it squeaks on a chalkboard. Chalkboards remind me of elementary school and times before whiteboards invaded the world.
it is pretty scratchy, i hate the sound it makes when my fingernails run across it. Also i remember lots of people using these like teachers in schoool. however i still despise them and would rather people use a whiteboard. In fact, never should chackboards be seen again.
when i was little,i always wished that schools had chalkboards still. sometimes i hate that technology,and jsut everything is just advencing so fast,i just it all to slow down and be simple. ,but,chalk is really fun and i want to own a chalkboard:]
chalkboard. memories of childhood and teachers and apples and young children. i learned. i grew. the glimpses of the past are hard to recreate.
The screeching of nails across a chalkboard seems to stab through his eardrums, searing, angry, dissonant–a hot poker of piercing, horrible noise.
The bespectacled woman turns to face him, a face as clear and calm as nothing else, and grins serenely.
“I take detention seriously.”
God, this teacher’s a crazy bitch, isn’t she?
I remember it like it was yesterday: I was at the front of the class. It was fourth period, because I remember just thinking about the turkey sandwich that was waiting in my backpack to comfort me after it was all over.
“Well,” my teacher said, “we’re all waiting, Joseph.”
She only called me Joseph to get on my nerves so I’d mess up, knowing full well that every single other person on Earth called me Joey. She was a sadist, I’m sure of it.
“I can’t do the problem, Mrs. Woodson. I didn’t study last night. I’m sorry.”
You can erase what is written on a chalkboard, but the noise is forever imprinted in our minds.
the dust makes her cough she’d never seen a blackboard before the way it sounds grates and the way it feels while you draw makes her want to smash windows
Every kid loves to write on the chalkboard. they grab chalk when the teacher is at the back of the room and plan to make little stick figures or tick tack toes when she’s not looking they practice their cursive writing of their names and they test dirty words in the corners where they think nobody will see. Erasers make it all ok. Teachers smile knowingly when the recess bell rings.
Millie had never really called herself a fan of The Simpsons, she’d always flicked the channel after spotting the familiar young boy on a skateboard and his laughable chalkboard antics so it was a tiny shock to herself when this was the topic she’d selected out of the many random topics chosen by her media teacher. Little did she know, this was the day she’d always remember as the reason for now filling her house with various yellow paraphernalia and attending many a costume parties as a blue haired lady with pearls.
I really want a chalkboard in my classroom in September. i mean REALLY want one. I feel like I won’t be a proper teacher if i don’t have one. If the school won’t let me have one, I might even cry. And then paint the cupboard doors with chalkboard paint instead!
He wrote it down on the chalkboard with the greatest of ease. Everybody knew how to use the Pythagorean theorem, but few actually knew what it stood for. As the chalk lines formed a more and more complete picture, everybody became enthralled whether they liked maths or not.
Mr. Zwakenberg was simply the best damn teacher we ever had.
Teachers in a room using a chalkboard to spread knowledge to the students eagerly awaiting. Some are paying attention, others are thinking amongst themselves waiting for the day to be over. The chalkboard is the teacher’s only medium to convey what she knows into a form that her students may understand.
School and dust mixed together. Cold days and warm nights. Jamaica. Grade school and the old days collide. Thjs is where life begins: Learning!!
Hey, im kassie. Anthony and beau hate me but its ok i love myself, i kinda wish they did though. Sigh, men. They’ll be the death of me.. i swear.
I stared at my wall. That may sound boring to you normal folk, but my wall was impersonating a chalkboard. I’d bought this paint a while ago, thinking it was just plain black which I could paint my desk with, but it was in fact chalkboard paint, how awesome is that?!
So anyway, I now have one wall in my room which is completely chalkboard-esque. I can write on it with chalk, and it is super handy for all of my revision notes. Can’t call it a blackboard like when I was in school though, that’s racist apparently…
Chalkboard. Green and dusty, screechy and smooth. Married to chalk, divorced by fabric. Needs to be washed, at the end of the day
school home Ohio elementary school childhood innocence old-school green white chalk nails noise little kids teacher apple desks recess tag playing
Chalkboards are very green and sometimes black. Although they aren’t exactly practical today, with ongoing improvement in digital technology, blackboards still remained widely used throughout schools in North America. However, soon enough smartboards and other digital technology will replace the chalkboard.
dusty dry and i dont like touching it too much, makes my hands feel all dusty and the squeaking make my brain screech inside but i love to draw long squiggles all over it it feels good to make art on it and it kinda smells