When the slate chalkboards were hung at the new Tucson High School in 1923, no one could have known what expression they would display some nine decades later. Toward the end of the Spring 2012 semester, some of my students left their marks in chalk. Art, like life, is ephemeral.
Portrait by Jhoselin. “I drew you as a Guido,” she said. With a touch of The Fonz, clearly.
English, by Emilio.
Stella’s Drawing. I hope life is continually amazing for her, and for all my cloud-dwellers.
Reyna’s Note. This sort of thing made my month. It also suggested that I can’t teach the your/you’re lesson often enough.
Farewell Flower. My handwriting at the top wasn’t always so shaky, but the dual-language day was standard.
Always-cheerful Zoraya.
Brianda’s Note of Seasonal Joy. She grudgingly inserted the comma, at my request.
Definitely Unsolicited Comment. From an anonymous Period 1 Freshman.
Self-titled. From a Period 7 Junior. When I asked, “Are you putting rage comics on my board now?”, I believe I startled some students with my up-to-the-decade reference.
O wonderful teacher that can so ‘stonish a class.
Om and Sanskrit. From Aidan, a Period 7 Junior.
Can You Feel the Love? From a Period 6 Junior.
These are all very uplifting. The last one is so sweet, but makes me wonder what an upside down smiley face means.
I think it was just pure silliness. Like the armpit hair.