Are you a registered voter? Please sign my petition. He flipped the top sheet and handed me his clipboard to sign. Name, Address, party,
Chris G
I’m not sure if you ever looked up from the notes you were taking and so I became acquainted with the back of your clipboard. The way you held it just so, at a 50 degree angle. Just enough to let me know I wasn’t to speak, or see, or even think about what you were thinking. I relished the thought I still could.
Sabrina
Clipping the board.
t
Clipboards make you feel very powerful and in charge. People will take you more seriously and will listen to you if you have one. Generally, they’re used in elementary school for reasons unknown. As you get older, you use clipboards less frequently, but oh well.
Rhonda
what the hell am i suppposed to write about using a clipboard. I DONT HAVE THAT MUCH CREATIVITY. this is total bullshit. RAGE QUIT
Anonymous
the pen clatters-clip-clatters against the cork clipboard and it’s a wonder that through the thick jungle of her mascara, she can still see me, uncertain and unhappy and weary and languid and high. she smiles and withers away into the lightbulb.
devin
He wrote his name down on the clipboard wondering how long this would take. Afterwards he walked back to his chair head throbbing and sank into it. Soon the nurse called his name.
Chris s
Clipboard beautiful clipboard mouths like dusk and dirt and slime clipboard oh clipboard be mine be mine
caroline Adams
clipboards remind me of science class when i was younger. I remember it was a huge deal when you had a sweet fucking clipboard that was see through or some shit. like plasma lime green. kids didn’t fuck with you, they knew you meant business. or you’d grow up to be a lonely nerd. thats why i threw mine away.
luke
She grabed the clipboard in a huff. “They just don’t give me a moment to stop, do they” she sighed. But the little dog
Liz
the photos are pinned on the clipboard and the pin pricks her finger. this small delay does not hinder her for long and before anyone can get her even a band aid, she is back, pinning things up on the cork. the work is genuine and shall have great success in the magazine.
paul
clipboards are wrong
and cold
and mean
used to write what is observed
all the evils
and all the naughtyness
take me to the sports camp
and record my long mile time
I will run
and the clipboard will record my failure
clipboard
She tutted and tapped the pen noisily on the clipboard.
“You know, you’re really not helping. You’re going to have to tell me the truth if we’re going to get anywhere with this.”
I opened my mouth to object but gave up before a sound left my lips, realising the futility of arguing.
me
Clipboards were always on the school supply list. I remember treasuring my amazing transparent clipboard. I was a step above the rest with my ability to see the beige desks through my clipboard. I didn’t have to move it or anything.
Are you a registered voter? Please sign my petition. He flipped the top sheet and handed me his clipboard to sign. Name, Address, party,
I’m not sure if you ever looked up from the notes you were taking and so I became acquainted with the back of your clipboard. The way you held it just so, at a 50 degree angle. Just enough to let me know I wasn’t to speak, or see, or even think about what you were thinking. I relished the thought I still could.
Clipping the board.
Clipboards make you feel very powerful and in charge. People will take you more seriously and will listen to you if you have one. Generally, they’re used in elementary school for reasons unknown. As you get older, you use clipboards less frequently, but oh well.
what the hell am i suppposed to write about using a clipboard. I DONT HAVE THAT MUCH CREATIVITY. this is total bullshit. RAGE QUIT
the pen clatters-clip-clatters against the cork clipboard and it’s a wonder that through the thick jungle of her mascara, she can still see me, uncertain and unhappy and weary and languid and high. she smiles and withers away into the lightbulb.
He wrote his name down on the clipboard wondering how long this would take. Afterwards he walked back to his chair head throbbing and sank into it. Soon the nurse called his name.
Clipboard beautiful clipboard mouths like dusk and dirt and slime clipboard oh clipboard be mine be mine
clipboards remind me of science class when i was younger. I remember it was a huge deal when you had a sweet fucking clipboard that was see through or some shit. like plasma lime green. kids didn’t fuck with you, they knew you meant business. or you’d grow up to be a lonely nerd. thats why i threw mine away.
She grabed the clipboard in a huff. “They just don’t give me a moment to stop, do they” she sighed. But the little dog
the photos are pinned on the clipboard and the pin pricks her finger. this small delay does not hinder her for long and before anyone can get her even a band aid, she is back, pinning things up on the cork. the work is genuine and shall have great success in the magazine.
clipboards are wrong
and cold
and mean
used to write what is observed
all the evils
and all the naughtyness
take me to the sports camp
and record my long mile time
I will run
and the clipboard will record my failure
She tutted and tapped the pen noisily on the clipboard.
“You know, you’re really not helping. You’re going to have to tell me the truth if we’re going to get anywhere with this.”
I opened my mouth to object but gave up before a sound left my lips, realising the futility of arguing.
Clipboards were always on the school supply list. I remember treasuring my amazing transparent clipboard. I was a step above the rest with my ability to see the beige desks through my clipboard. I didn’t have to move it or anything.
hard.brown.cardboard/metal.offical.school.paperwork-Yuck!