I keep thinking about how you always had this thing of chalkboard paint in the garage. You were always painting it on walls and doors and pantries to make these message boards, and no one ever used them.
I hate when kids sratched the blackboard in school…it is also a pain to keep clean…there are different colors of chalk to use…I love to draw silly things, and write stuff in cursive…I love drawing flowers and trees…my son loved his chalkboard when he was 3-5 yrs of age! Is the time up, yet?? =}
Chalkboard remind me of drawing, art, limitless potential. There are answers, there are solutions, there is frustration and learning. Chalkboards remind me of learning and not learning. They look for you to begin the journey.
The teacher tore his fingernails down the white chalkboard, creating the sound of a thousand burning cats. Charlie covered his ears.
‘Listen up everybody’ said the teacher ‘I’m your new Religious studies teacher, Mr Baphomet.’
Charlie looked into his new teacher’s fiery pupils.
‘I’m sure we’re all going to get along just fine.’
Nails on a chalkboard. That sound tortures me. Chalkboards are being replace in my school by eno boards and smart boards. Chalkboards do not really exist anymore. They are decreasing in my school. Its sad.. I miss my childhood.
I saw a new chalkboard today. I see chalkboards daily (well, M-F) but I never realized that I never see a different one. It’s been the same chalkboards for years. Today I took the SAT at a nearby school. I saw a new chalkboard. There was nothing truly different about said chalkboard, but it stood out to me, just as he had. It isn’t often I’m around new things, I’m stuck in my bubble. When I see something (or someone) new it makes me think of the possibilities.
Petrov drew the chalk against the chalkboard so viciously, it snapped. The chalkboard itself snapped in half, slapping dust into the clouds, spitting chalk into the lungs. The classroom screamed. Birds forgot how to use their wings, and humans took to the sky. Knowledge breaks.
I love to write. I always have, I remember being a little child and writing on the chalkboard at school. We don’t have chalkboards anymore though. Its all markers and electronics. Kind of sad. I miss the sound of the chalk sliding across the board and the smell of the powder. I t was fun. Markers suck and they stain clothes. Chalk doesn’t. It dusts away with ease.
He stopped writing and put the chalkboard in his pocket. He can’t seem to get the equation right. If he is ever to build something out of all the photos he collected, he needs an algorithm. Maybe he should sleep on it. But no, he can’t sleep. Not with all the possibilities running through his head if he gets the equation right. He needs to keep on going.
A teacher scratches out her name with careful precision making sure to dot every ‘i’ and end her letters with perfect loops. She was busy at work when she noticed the deep lines rrenched. Down one side of the chalkboard. She nknew this school had trouble children but to seee that on her first day was a little more thann frightening. It was ominous. Shee tried to ignore it and turned to her class. Every student clearly hadn’t the slightest intension of paying any heed to her and she knew she would have to act rather drastically to have their attention.
The class gazed in wonder as Erik scribbled on the chalkboard. No longer even amused by the fact that his rotundous belly rubbed out the writing as he moved and wrote but awestruck by his equation.
school writing on the chalk board. hate the sound when u scratch your fingers on it. funny when i did tht to alexa and john. drew a picture of little red riding hood. this is weird and im a dork
I’m not fond of the chalkboard, especially since the creation of the whiteboard. The chalk is hard to get used to, and it’s terribly dusty and no fun to write with.
Also, the board gets rather dirty after a good writing, and it’s hard to clean.
And the sound…oh, how horrid is the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard.
The stench of chalk infiltrated my nostrils as I sat, ashamed, in my desk. Tears rolling down my cheeks, my face flushed red. Faggot. Fattass. They continued to scribble on the board, and SOUIGHIOSDGSD
Why is it always the same word? A chalkboard: a black block of eerieness that was scary at school because my teacher used to scrape nails against it. The sound was awful and creeped me out. I can’t stand it.
I am a teacher and I use the now version of a chalkboard called a whiteboard. I use a LCD project instead of chalk or a marker. This is the classroom of today,
the children looked at the chalkboard wondering how their instructor could teach such a subject. Creationism? Is this a better theory than evolution? Too young to tell.
this remeinds me of a teach i had in kindergarten and how it was green and we used white chalk. we used to go to school together and she would tell us different things starting with different letters in the alphabet to help expand our vocabulary. it reminds me of dust and school. this brings back good memories because it was a simpler time in life and i loved it. so much. :) chalkboard.
I remember when I was little and my teacher used to scrape nails on the chalkboard in order to get our attention. I can never forget that god awful sound. Sometimes, in my nightmares I hear it and it wakes me up.
the scrape of the chalk, bright yellow chalk that stains your fingers so you look like a pack-a-day yellow cigarette smoker going on twenty years now, you’ll never learn.
I think that a chalkboard is something that only teachers use when they feel the need to get their point across. The students tend to use the board to express what they are feeling whether it be a picture, doodle, or a word. Chalkboards are the walls we graffitti.
I was called up to the chalkboard second. I held the chalk gingerly, thinking hard. I didn’t want to screw up in front of my entire class. That would be horribly embarrassing. Finally, I gave up and drew a T-rex eating a Stegosaurus instead.
In middle school I had a teacher named Mrs. Karvonen who recently got married and used to be Ms. Von. She always filled up all her old yellow chalkboards full of notes in her strange handwriting that was in all capital letters and we’d have to copy down all those notes. Always chalk because our school was old. She was a fun woman, she put confetti in our hair when we answered questions in class and dressed in ethnic garb like Chinese robes or Indian saris and always yelled ETHNOCENTRISM is bad. It was the key word. She decorated her room with Chinese lanterns and fans and other assorted international ethnic type things.
black slate where u cn start ur own creation
a learnign board where a full space cn b filled to fill a mind
a hopefully place to write for a student for a good grade and a good start
a teachers voice in words of white
my favorite canvas
I used to want to be a teacher. When we lived in North Carolina I got a chalkboard for Christmas. I was 7 or 8 maybe. I used to teach my dolls on that chalk board. My brother and I went looking for our Christmas presents that year and found them. Mom was furious. She said she was taking them all back. I was so sad. I don’t think I ever looked for my Christmas presents again.
when youre looking at a chalk board, what goes through your mind? do you think about writing? drawing? what will you put up for the world to see? what will others think? will they judge? doesnt matterr
an empty black rectangle, who stands all alone.
There it waits for someone or something to write a message
and here comes someone to bring light to this dull old board.
covered in the words, thoughts, lessons of the past and present, it is hidden behind the projector screen of now. Only when the screen spontaneously pops back up to its rolled position will the students and professors remember how they learned.
she always hated that sound of the chalk scraping against the chalkboard, she’d look away, block it out, try to ignore it. But now she found herself to be the one standing in front of the chalkboard and scraping away. She found it eerie, the way life plays those tricks on you.
A chalkboard is used as a teaching tool but it is far more than just for classrooms. It is used in strategic planning everywhere. Whether it is a football game or a military plan on the fly, chalkboards are an essential tool. The one complain that people might have about chalkboards is that they require chalk which can be messy.
teachers like to use chalkboards to demonstrate to their classes in the old days their lesson plans. CHalkboards are fun to write in cursive with, they can get you dirty though and i hate the sound of nails on it. It gives me shivers and makes me shake and feel queasy. But i like writing on them, it feels good.
I keep thinking about how you always had this thing of chalkboard paint in the garage. You were always painting it on walls and doors and pantries to make these message boards, and no one ever used them.
I hate when kids sratched the blackboard in school…it is also a pain to keep clean…there are different colors of chalk to use…I love to draw silly things, and write stuff in cursive…I love drawing flowers and trees…my son loved his chalkboard when he was 3-5 yrs of age! Is the time up, yet?? =}
Chalkboard remind me of drawing, art, limitless potential. There are answers, there are solutions, there is frustration and learning. Chalkboards remind me of learning and not learning. They look for you to begin the journey.
The teacher tore his fingernails down the white chalkboard, creating the sound of a thousand burning cats. Charlie covered his ears.
‘Listen up everybody’ said the teacher ‘I’m your new Religious studies teacher, Mr Baphomet.’
Charlie looked into his new teacher’s fiery pupils.
‘I’m sure we’re all going to get along just fine.’
this is why I failed highschool.
Nails on a chalkboard. That sound tortures me. Chalkboards are being replace in my school by eno boards and smart boards. Chalkboards do not really exist anymore. They are decreasing in my school. Its sad.. I miss my childhood.
I saw a new chalkboard today. I see chalkboards daily (well, M-F) but I never realized that I never see a different one. It’s been the same chalkboards for years. Today I took the SAT at a nearby school. I saw a new chalkboard. There was nothing truly different about said chalkboard, but it stood out to me, just as he had. It isn’t often I’m around new things, I’m stuck in my bubble. When I see something (or someone) new it makes me think of the possibilities.
Petrov drew the chalk against the chalkboard so viciously, it snapped. The chalkboard itself snapped in half, slapping dust into the clouds, spitting chalk into the lungs. The classroom screamed. Birds forgot how to use their wings, and humans took to the sky. Knowledge breaks.
Chalk dust surrounds the messy classroom, where the children have left for the day and the teacher stands alone.
i love these, especially when they’re actually black. I write Japanese characters on them all the time.lol yeah….
I love to write. I always have, I remember being a little child and writing on the chalkboard at school. We don’t have chalkboards anymore though. Its all markers and electronics. Kind of sad. I miss the sound of the chalk sliding across the board and the smell of the powder. I t was fun. Markers suck and they stain clothes. Chalk doesn’t. It dusts away with ease.
He stopped writing and put the chalkboard in his pocket. He can’t seem to get the equation right. If he is ever to build something out of all the photos he collected, he needs an algorithm. Maybe he should sleep on it. But no, he can’t sleep. Not with all the possibilities running through his head if he gets the equation right. He needs to keep on going.
We should have chalk boards in school. We have those boards with markers. :( Chalk boards remind me of the good times, when I was young.
A teacher scratches out her name with careful precision making sure to dot every ‘i’ and end her letters with perfect loops. She was busy at work when she noticed the deep lines rrenched. Down one side of the chalkboard. She nknew this school had trouble children but to seee that on her first day was a little more thann frightening. It was ominous. Shee tried to ignore it and turned to her class. Every student clearly hadn’t the slightest intension of paying any heed to her and she knew she would have to act rather drastically to have their attention.
Writing on a school classroom’s board. A teacher with glasses. An endless lesson. Screeching. Boring notes. Arrows. Interesting diagrams.
The class gazed in wonder as Erik scribbled on the chalkboard. No longer even amused by the fact that his rotundous belly rubbed out the writing as he moved and wrote but awestruck by his equation.
school writing on the chalk board. hate the sound when u scratch your fingers on it. funny when i did tht to alexa and john. drew a picture of little red riding hood. this is weird and im a dork
Anne of Green Gables.
You know, the scene where she smashes it over that little boys head?
I’m not fond of the chalkboard, especially since the creation of the whiteboard. The chalk is hard to get used to, and it’s terribly dusty and no fun to write with.
Also, the board gets rather dirty after a good writing, and it’s hard to clean.
And the sound…oh, how horrid is the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard.
The stench of chalk infiltrated my nostrils as I sat, ashamed, in my desk. Tears rolling down my cheeks, my face flushed red. Faggot. Fattass. They continued to scribble on the board, and SOUIGHIOSDGSD
Why is it always the same word? A chalkboard: a black block of eerieness that was scary at school because my teacher used to scrape nails against it. The sound was awful and creeped me out. I can’t stand it.
I am a teacher and I use the now version of a chalkboard called a whiteboard. I use a LCD project instead of chalk or a marker. This is the classroom of today,
the children looked at the chalkboard wondering how their instructor could teach such a subject. Creationism? Is this a better theory than evolution? Too young to tell.
this remeinds me of a teach i had in kindergarten and how it was green and we used white chalk. we used to go to school together and she would tell us different things starting with different letters in the alphabet to help expand our vocabulary. it reminds me of dust and school. this brings back good memories because it was a simpler time in life and i loved it. so much. :) chalkboard.
I remember when I was little and my teacher used to scrape nails on the chalkboard in order to get our attention. I can never forget that god awful sound. Sometimes, in my nightmares I hear it and it wakes me up.
the scrape of the chalk, bright yellow chalk that stains your fingers so you look like a pack-a-day yellow cigarette smoker going on twenty years now, you’ll never learn.
I think that a chalkboard is something that only teachers use when they feel the need to get their point across. The students tend to use the board to express what they are feeling whether it be a picture, doodle, or a word. Chalkboards are the walls we graffitti.
no idea that does this word means. the same as blackboard? then… i’m afraid of that stuff then you have to do smth in front of the class….
I hate the sound the chalk makes. It’s so dirty. I hate chalkboards! This is not discrimination.
I was called up to the chalkboard second. I held the chalk gingerly, thinking hard. I didn’t want to screw up in front of my entire class. That would be horribly embarrassing. Finally, I gave up and drew a T-rex eating a Stegosaurus instead.
In middle school I had a teacher named Mrs. Karvonen who recently got married and used to be Ms. Von. She always filled up all her old yellow chalkboards full of notes in her strange handwriting that was in all capital letters and we’d have to copy down all those notes. Always chalk because our school was old. She was a fun woman, she put confetti in our hair when we answered questions in class and dressed in ethnic garb like Chinese robes or Indian saris and always yelled ETHNOCENTRISM is bad. It was the key word. She decorated her room with Chinese lanterns and fans and other assorted international ethnic type things.
black slate where u cn start ur own creation
a learnign board where a full space cn b filled to fill a mind
a hopefully place to write for a student for a good grade and a good start
a teachers voice in words of white
my favorite canvas
I used to want to be a teacher. When we lived in North Carolina I got a chalkboard for Christmas. I was 7 or 8 maybe. I used to teach my dolls on that chalk board. My brother and I went looking for our Christmas presents that year and found them. Mom was furious. She said she was taking them all back. I was so sad. I don’t think I ever looked for my Christmas presents again.
wow. what possibilites.
it’s famous for hurting the ears… but really, what are your memories of it?
i remember drawing infinite things with it on a bored school day.
all the different colours of chalk.
all the things teachers write… what i’ve learned from one. amazing.
when youre looking at a chalk board, what goes through your mind? do you think about writing? drawing? what will you put up for the world to see? what will others think? will they judge? doesnt matterr
an empty black rectangle, who stands all alone.
There it waits for someone or something to write a message
and here comes someone to bring light to this dull old board.
covered in the words, thoughts, lessons of the past and present, it is hidden behind the projector screen of now. Only when the screen spontaneously pops back up to its rolled position will the students and professors remember how they learned.
she always hated that sound of the chalk scraping against the chalkboard, she’d look away, block it out, try to ignore it. But now she found herself to be the one standing in front of the chalkboard and scraping away. She found it eerie, the way life plays those tricks on you.
A chalkboard is used as a teaching tool but it is far more than just for classrooms. It is used in strategic planning everywhere. Whether it is a football game or a military plan on the fly, chalkboards are an essential tool. The one complain that people might have about chalkboards is that they require chalk which can be messy.
teachers like to use chalkboards to demonstrate to their classes in the old days their lesson plans. CHalkboards are fun to write in cursive with, they can get you dirty though and i hate the sound of nails on it. It gives me shivers and makes me shake and feel queasy. But i like writing on them, it feels good.