Question

autobiography of a blackboard

Answer 1

I am a blackboard. My friends and I were born in a factory using machines. We all were kept in boxes and these were kept in a van. We were bought by different shopkeepers. One day a boy came in the shop with his family. The boy wanted a big blackboard. I thought as I was the biggest blackboard in the shop, they would buy me and I would get a new home. They came to me to check the price. They thought that it was costly but the boy requested them to buy me, so they bought me. The boy took good care of me. He wtote on me every day and cleaned me later. I thought I was a lucky one to be bought by these people. I was very happy. Many years later, he did not enjoy writing and drawing on me. So, he decided to give me to someone else. But no one needed a blackboard. So he decided to throw me. I was really happy when he was a small kid but now I felt unhappy to leave such a good famiy. I thought this was the end of my life. But this was not the end of my life. Some poor people took me from the garbage bin and used me as a table. They also used me to protect themselves when some wild animal attacked them. I was happy now because I was not in the garbage bin but more happy because I was being of some use to needy people.

Answer 2

I am a blackboard . I am very useful to students . the learn many things by writing on me . chalk  is my best friend .smart board is my enemy