I hate clipboards. My gym teacher in junior high would walk around with one, snapping her gum, and sizing all of us up. She’d make notes as we ran, sweated, jumped through her exercises.
What lay on that board is either the end of this life or the beginning of the next. Will I be sentenced forever or given another chance. I didn’t mean it, it’s complicated, it was an accident.
A board of clippings or a place to clip your papers to? Who can tell. I have nothing much to say about clipboards, other than they might make useful weapons during Zombiegeddon — if wielded appropriately. They might break, so have a back up weapon ready.
HA! I think I may be the only person at the age of 26 that has a clipboard. In fact, I have two of them.
No, I’m not a teacher, not an administrative assistant. Just a raging 26-year-old who sometimes like to write love letters on a hard particleboard clipboard.
I took the clipboard out and placed tiny graphite checks on the paper with small swift strokes of the extremely sharp pencil…i was thrilled! no one had ever passed this test with such amazing results–this person was really unbelievably wonderful! finally to have someone that could fit the bill and answer all the questions we had was simply mind blowing!
my soccer coach from elementary school used to carry around a dry-erase clipboard. i was afraid that he would smudge his diagrams on himself when he held the clipboard against his chest. this made it hard for me to focus on whatever he was actually saying at the time.
i pulled out my clipboard to record the results of the poll. there was a huge voter turnout! it was going to be too close to call, but i recorded results on my clipboard.
clipboards remind me of my childhood. I don’t really know why. I just remember dad always had a clipboard around. When he was working on the house, or coaching zaks baseball practices. I used to love drawing on them. I loved the smell of them too.
eggs and eggs and plates of eggs but they aren’t plates they’re clipboards! so i unclip the eggs and they fall down the well and my cat jumps after them and i scream” nooooo, artimus!!!!” but he doesn’t speak english.
I flung the clipboard at my boss’s face much faster than intended. I realized as it left my hand that it was going to seriously hurt her. There was nothing in the world that I could do to make it stop.
Jeff, stared back at the shop steward with apprehension as the elder man scanned his clipboard with a rheumy eye. “Yeah, you’re name’s on the list,” he said laconically.” Jeff almost fainted from releif, he couldn’t afford to lose his job now a new baby was on the way.
What are the kinds of things I’d put on a clipboard? A schedule for my way out of this existence? A temporary sign to tell someone what I think about them?
i work alot in my jop cat dog hat run i do alot of stuff go out have fun and party to my home work see my family from california im from oreange county and im 19 years old so thats a lil bet of my life
when i used to work at the mine i always would have to check things on a to do list and it was attached to a clip board it was very annoying at times because it had to be done 3 times a day and to tote that thing around really bothered me because it was just in the way
the clipboard is so dirty and filthy i dont know if i wanna touch it it smells like trash and fetise carcus i can hardly write quick enough bout a clipbard but
wow really i got a fricken clipboard this is so dumb why didnt i get a good word like umm gold or something cool like thunder well it could of been worse
wooden with a metal piece at the top. it’s helpful when taking notes. makes me think of lots of stickers and writing on the back of it. clap! helpful when taking a survey or quiz on campus.
A clipboard is a fabulous invention, designed in the year 1964 with an intelligent clip features mainly used to trap people’s noses. The World couldn’t do without the clipboard as otherwise people’s noses would still all be straight and the beauty of Darwinisn would not be evolving the race quite so intelligently.
A worn down, yellow, Ticonderoga pencil rhythmically taps against my gym teacher’s wooden clipboard. Sweat dripping down my blushed face, I continue with the sit-ups that are assigned. I don’t know what he’s writing, I don’t know if or how he is judging my cruches, but his pacing makes the process no less intimidating.
beige
clip things on it
pictures
to do lists
receipts
parking tickets
concert tickets
paper, helpful, hard, school, hold, learn, use, work, useful, tool, noun, object,
I hate clipboards. My gym teacher in junior high would walk around with one, snapping her gum, and sizing all of us up. She’d make notes as we ran, sweated, jumped through her exercises.
What lay on that board is either the end of this life or the beginning of the next. Will I be sentenced forever or given another chance. I didn’t mean it, it’s complicated, it was an accident.
A board of clippings or a place to clip your papers to? Who can tell. I have nothing much to say about clipboards, other than they might make useful weapons during Zombiegeddon — if wielded appropriately. They might break, so have a back up weapon ready.
HA! I think I may be the only person at the age of 26 that has a clipboard. In fact, I have two of them.
No, I’m not a teacher, not an administrative assistant. Just a raging 26-year-old who sometimes like to write love letters on a hard particleboard clipboard.
I took the clipboard out and placed tiny graphite checks on the paper with small swift strokes of the extremely sharp pencil…i was thrilled! no one had ever passed this test with such amazing results–this person was really unbelievably wonderful! finally to have someone that could fit the bill and answer all the questions we had was simply mind blowing!
I walked down the hall, juggling a clipboard, a cup of coffee and my purse, I was late for a meeting once again, and I knew I’d be yelled at for it.
my soccer coach from elementary school used to carry around a dry-erase clipboard. i was afraid that he would smudge his diagrams on himself when he held the clipboard against his chest. this made it hard for me to focus on whatever he was actually saying at the time.
hard surface
i pulled out my clipboard to record the results of the poll. there was a huge voter turnout! it was going to be too close to call, but i recorded results on my clipboard.
clipboards remind me of my childhood. I don’t really know why. I just remember dad always had a clipboard around. When he was working on the house, or coaching zaks baseball practices. I used to love drawing on them. I loved the smell of them too.
eggs and eggs and plates of eggs but they aren’t plates they’re clipboards! so i unclip the eggs and they fall down the well and my cat jumps after them and i scream” nooooo, artimus!!!!” but he doesn’t speak english.
A place to put various things whether on computer or in your hand. Write on it or Use it to swat away
i looked down at the clipboard and realied fuck today uis the day..the final moment before it all ends.. the clipboard doesnt lie they told me..
I flung the clipboard at my boss’s face much faster than intended. I realized as it left my hand that it was going to seriously hurt her. There was nothing in the world that I could do to make it stop.
this is something that can be used to hold papers down, for example recipies, and I think I’ll go make myself lunch now.
Jeff, stared back at the shop steward with apprehension as the elder man scanned his clipboard with a rheumy eye. “Yeah, you’re name’s on the list,” he said laconically.” Jeff almost fainted from releif, he couldn’t afford to lose his job now a new baby was on the way.
What are the kinds of things I’d put on a clipboard? A schedule for my way out of this existence? A temporary sign to tell someone what I think about them?
Clips of the universey?
Meow. that is what i had written on the clipboard provided by the company, no notes on the presentation what-so-ever. although we were meant to.
My first day at piman stardet at 10:40pm . I was alitel nerves put then i gott comderbole and i was fililing bether and was having fun in class
i work alot in my jop cat dog hat run i do alot of stuff go out have fun and party to my home work see my family from california im from oreange county and im 19 years old so thats a lil bet of my life
when i used to work at the mine i always would have to check things on a to do list and it was attached to a clip board it was very annoying at times because it had to be done 3 times a day and to tote that thing around really bothered me because it was just in the way
the clip board is used to write something when you have nothing to write on. its used in work school outside and inside.
clipboards are used for work, school
teachers.
they hold your papers
usefull to write on
clipboard is soft but hard ita made of a shape.werid looking but usefull.
coaches need them they are very useful tobe organised
the clipboard is so dirty and filthy i dont know if i wanna touch it it smells like trash and fetise carcus i can hardly write quick enough bout a clipbard but
work list of things to do…tiring, square, monotonous, when do I get a break from my clipboard. Is a clipboard a weapon.
worknotes
work help hold paper writing dr appt.
we work, i like it , words , help learn explains sentences, teachers
boring silly clip board plane useless
wow really i got a fricken clipboard this is so dumb why didnt i get a good word like umm gold or something cool like thunder well it could of been worse
a device used to hold papers together
clipboard is an object used to help put paper in place. The clipboard is a good invention that helps us hold paper in place. I enjoy the clip board.
Its a thing to maintain one’s paper stock.
wooden with a metal piece at the top. it’s helpful when taking notes. makes me think of lots of stickers and writing on the back of it. clap! helpful when taking a survey or quiz on campus.
A clipboard is a fabulous invention, designed in the year 1964 with an intelligent clip features mainly used to trap people’s noses. The World couldn’t do without the clipboard as otherwise people’s noses would still all be straight and the beauty of Darwinisn would not be evolving the race quite so intelligently.
A worn down, yellow, Ticonderoga pencil rhythmically taps against my gym teacher’s wooden clipboard. Sweat dripping down my blushed face, I continue with the sit-ups that are assigned. I don’t know what he’s writing, I don’t know if or how he is judging my cruches, but his pacing makes the process no less intimidating.