Chalk Dust Antiquity
What history lurks
Below blackboard surfaces
Wedged in crevasses of eraser felt
In between folds of Oakwood trays
How pristine we wipe clean
The opaque window surface
Making ready today’s learning
Tomorrow’s remembrance
Future’s childhood bygones
Like stars burned out
Disintegrating to dust
Time’s ancient knowledge
Forever seeks rebirth
Even though for many
Such simple magic
Has all but disappeared
Merely white dust memories
Purposely forgotten
For a few
The latent markings
Remain black and white teachings
Forever embe dded in rainbow dreams
Rich melancholy destined for chalk dust antiquity
When I began teaching my first college class, I couldn't hold chalk in my hand splint. I nearly panicked until I found at the local drugstore/office-supply a chalk holder with a convenient clip to put in one's breast pocket where the cigarettes went unless you were an academic or engineer with the plastic ink guard housing all kinds of handy instruments.
With the chalk holder holding the chalk steady and keeping it from breaking, in a one hour class I often filled the entire board twice and always assigned one student to wipe it clean because I couldn't. I was amazed that my own output trying to draw pictures of problems so that my students would get it into their numbskulls what the numbers were doing. By 1980 I was doing handcrafted overhead transparencies that I copied for the students as their notes so they wouldn't have to write down everything I said or had put on the transparency. It worked well because they paid closer attention to my discussion.
I never liked whiteboards because of the smeary colored inks, but I guess it was better than chalk that got on everything, especially dark suits. PowerPoint came along and the rest is history. Now it is zoom, but talking heads aren't better.
Ron
Blessings,
~Ann
But there was a human voice encouraging learning…with connection,
and interaction…
Now sterile technology, and often solitary learning has replaced this…
My belief is we take information in better with human communication…
What I don’t miss however, is that edge of teeth feeling when the
chalk squeaked on the blackboard!!
Interesting topic!…
Diana…