It’s late and I’ve got nothing to write about. All the days have blurred into one giant cluster of nothingness.
Everything is the same and nothing is changing.
I refuse to watch the news. Listening to the double talk by the President makes my head hurt. I try to catch the governor when I think he may be announcing something new. His 2:30 pressers are frequently turned on.
Today I got a flash on my phone saying that the President has rethought his previous statements of re-opening the nation by Easter and has pushed the social distancing of our country to April 30. I’m expecting JB to announce the same statement concerning schools tomorrow just prior to Jeopardy.
So…like…a month more. Minimally.
Not exactly how most of use planned to spend our springs. I ordered up some Easter stuff to be delivered for the kids. I made sure my desk was ready to work for tomorrow since “spring break” is officially over.
And now it begins.
We are officially starting remote learning tomorrow. Probably until May 1 but not inconceivably until the end of the school year. I’m not sure how my brain will do this. The lack of personal contact with anyone other than my growing family is worrisome to me. FaceTime can only go so far to fulfill the connection we crave as humans. I thought we bought a house that had plenty of room. Now I’m not so sure.
I am starting to look beyond these next weeks and to the months ahead. My usual end of the school year is a mess of equipment returns, computer updates, and spreadsheets. How does that happen now? Not only that, but my start of the school year will bring BabyBoss3 and a new short term schedule still to be determined. I haven’t even begun to figure that all out. Add the end with the beginning and I’m sure to be untangling this mess until well into second semester.
And yet, I’m not the only one. I’m in the exact same boat as every other educator out there. Every school AT Specialist is mentally going through their inventory wondering how the heck all that equipment is coming back. And that actually brings me some comfort. Knowing that we are all in this together and none of us has it figured out helps reassure me that I am not alone.
I am writing for the 2020 Slice of Life Challenge.