bachirai
Chalkboard. Nails scraping on it. Why does everyone hate that sound? Man, I hate it. It's just kind of odd for a universally horrible noise. Anyway. I remember in fourth grade when cleaning the chalkboard at the end of the day was the greatest classroom chore. I still don't know why. Maybe there's something satisfying about making a blank new slate all over again.
My backpack always follows a continuous pendulum from disaster to awesome. In disaster stages it includes cards with no container, chapstick, post-it notes, several crumpled papers, possible unidentified cords, but usually not a single pencil when you need or, or if it's a pen you need, then only pencils.