I think it started in Mr. Zakowski 7th grade math class. We often had to go up to the chalkboard to show our work on a math problem. To my memory, he was the only one with a chalkboard in his class, the other teachers having dry erase boards. I hate the feel of the chalk on my fingers. I hated the way it felt to breathe in the chalk dust. The chalkboard itself terrified me. I was so afraid that my fingers would touchthe chalkboard. Either getting more dust on me, or God forbid, scratching my fingernails on it.
By the time I got to high school, I would just start out the school year telling the teachers that I would not be writing on the chalkboard. Not at all.
We don't have chalk in our house. I never bought one of those tiny black chalk boards for the kids to practice their first letters on. Waste lots of paper, much more suitable alternative. I'll re-gift chalk if it's given to us. No chalk art on my driveway.
Today I took my youngest son to one of those loud and crazy bouncy house playground equipment places. One of my least favorite child related activities but I needed to see some of my friends. Off of the main play area is a narrow art room. Coloring, painting and.... giant chalkboards.
I lasted long enough to take this horrifying picture.