Pomodoro, Isaac Asimov or Just Repetition?
The blackboard was always a symbol of fear to me as a child in a Catholic grammar school. Boys who ventured with great trepidation to the board had good reason for their fear because corporal punishment was a regular part of their education, but not mine. It stood there like a black, dull void waiting for that first squeaky touch of chalk and a resultant whack of a yardstick or a pointer, but only for the boys. Viewing the viciousness of the nuns in their zeal to pound knowle