Dear Teacher,

I enjoy you using me

to teach your many students.

MY flat surface

can hold much knowledge.

But sometimes, while your back is turned

I get hit, scratched, or finger nails

run down my cold face.

I do not enjoy the torture.

Little children can be so cute and innocent,

but are pure demons within.

Please, I do not want to be thrown away.

So, if you could watch over me,

And remember to keep me clean.

Sincerely,

The Kindergarten's Class Chalkboard...