It wasn't like it was a surprise. When I agreed to sub for Mr. T, I knew what I was in for. I thought I could avoid the majority of the unpleasantness.
The lesson plan made it unavoidable.
Mr. T has... a chalkboard.
Remember chalkboards? Nowadays, just about every teacher has a white board. You can use those lovely dry erase markers. Or even better, sometimes I have access to the document camera and projector, so I never have to turn my back on the kiddos.
But no. Chalkboard. And chalk.
Chalk is gritty. It doesn't write easily. And it's just awkward.
Yeah, I know. #firstworldproblems I'm spoiled. I get that.
It was a 7th grade math class. They were doing a version of Sudoku where they had to fill a grid with fractions. Each row, column, and diagonal had to add up to 3/4. Great assignment. But to a group of kids who might not be all that familiar with the concept, they needed an explanation.
They needed a demonstration. And an example. On the chalkboard.
How did teachers deal with that powdery mess back in the day?
And I heard he took the white board out of his room and had the chalkboard put in. On purpose.