When I was a kid, my sisters and I loved playing school. We even had a huge white wooden playhouse in the backyard, equipped with a big chalkboard, table, chairs, wire shelves, and just about everything found in an actual classroom. My older sister was always the teacher, and my younger sister and I were the students (middle child right here).
We would talk in class, we wouldn’t do any assignments, and we’d talk back to the “teacher.” This often led to the teacher punishing us.
My younger sister and I would have to write sentences on the blackboard “in front of the class.” The sentences often started with – I will not… throw trash at the teacher, talk in class, or chew gum in school.
I think the sole purpose of us acting up was so we could write on the chalkboard. We rarely had the opportunity to draw or write on the chalkboard at actual school and we couldn’t at our playschool at home…unless we defied our sister, the teacher.
Is it possible that our unruliness crushed our older sisters hidden aspirations of actually becoming a teacher?
As I was creating this bullet journal, the base color (the light black) reminded me of that chalkboard in our playhouse and all of the wonderful memories I shared in that “classroom” with my sisters.
Here’s a list of the supplies I used –
Journal
Distress Ink and Blending Tool
Embossing Powder, Embossing Pen, Ink Medium, Anti-Static Bag, and Heat Gun (similar)
Stencil
Stamps and Block
Pens
Fabric Washi Tape (Similar)
