The classrooms in Tahnaoute all have chalkboards. In fact, all of my fellow Fulbrighters have reported that they also have chalkboards in their classrooms. This could be a Morocco-wide phenomenon.
I hate chalkboards. They always look dirty. The chalk dust gets all over my hands and dries them out. At the end of class I will inevitably have chalk all over my hips, thighs, knees, backside, or all of the above.
But, I was able to do something cool with a chalkboard last week. I wrote in Arabic.
The students didn't understand the English word "perseverance" in their textbooks, so I wrote the Arabic equivalent on the board.
I wish I could say that I figured out the Arabic equivalent all by myself. Then I would be a linguistic rock star. However, the truth is that Brahim wrote it down for me, and I simply copied it on the board.
For the record, I want to state that I recognized all of the letters, and was able to write them correctly on the first try. The students applauded. I beamed.
I feel quite proud of myself. :)