Way back then schools were simple compared to all the options available today. There was no home schooling, no alternative school, no church school, there was just the one public school and we still learned enough to get by. Now days hardly any kids go to the public schools with all the virtual classrooms out there we will soon end up with virtual teachers and finally virtual students.
The most import class when I was recess because there were so many. We had an Early Morning recess before class started and then the regular morning recess right after show and tell. Next came Lunch recess which was followed by the afternoon recess and then finally we had the after school recess while waiting for the bus. With all those recesses we needed some down time to catch our wits but first we had to spend an hour each on Art, Music and PE which left precious little time for the reading, writing and ‘rithmetic.
The favorite high tech device at school was the Projector. There were two variety of projector, the common overhead projector and the motorized movie projector. Even though there was an overhead projector in every room they were still only used on irregular occasions for special material and the one shared movie projector was only dragged out for super special occasions such as holidays or snow days when we couldn’t go outside for the many recesses.
In between projector use the next most high tech tool in our classrooms was the mimeograph machine. It took a simple piece of carbon paper and turned it into a real printer with a simple cranking motion, no electricity required. They should have kept it around just for the exercise.
The real work horse back then was the chalk board. This ever present wall of green (sometimes brown or black, later replaced by white) was used by every teacher without exception. How else was the substitute going to communicate their name. The chalk board was a combination bulletin board and shared display. Every student took their turn at the board just for the fun of it. For us there was nothing more educational than that clicking and scraping sound of a teacher conveying knowledge on a chalkboard.
Cleaning the chalkboard was a privilege that all the wannabe students would fight for. You could tell how productive a class was by the size of the chalk dust cloud produced when the chosen kids would clap the erasers every afternoon. The gym class had no cloud at all while the science classes consistently put out a veritable fog and in between were various clouds of a size in direct proportion to the quantity of the learning achieved in that room.
The sound of chalk scratching on the chalkboard has been replaced with the squeaking of magic markers on whiteboards and now there is no way to measure the teachers productivity.