On the 28th Start of the School Year

This year was supposed to start much like the other twenty-seven before it, but those were all years BC, Before Covid. I said it. If you steal it, I’ll know.

Moving forward as you would have expected simply no longer applies. Those who try to follow the usual path will likely fall off of a cliff. The path, much to the surprise of most, has been closed, rerouted, and possibly eliminated.

Teaching via an entirely online or remote format had never been even a passing thought prior to a year ago. There are online teaching outlets that I thought about because I have colleagues who work with them. Those had always been separate entities. It was a great idea, but in the “alternate” teaching realm. Now, here we are, faced with an alternate which has become a new standard.

It’s an odd feeling, going into my school for work, knowing that I will be the only one physically in my classroom. It’s odder still that I am talking in an empty room. My students are with me, though, in virtual form, thanks to technological wonders. They appear on my screen looking very much like the Brady Bunch opening credits.

There are many details of these classes that I will leave out for fear of droning on, but I suspect this poor-man’s Matrix version of school will continue. I can’t say how long, of course, but I don’t have reason to predict that my corner of the world will suddenly and agreeably employ all necessary precautions needed to slow an outbreak. With that reality firmly in place, the school environment will continue to be… problematic.

Using my veteran teacher powers, I know to ride the wave instead of fighting it. It’s refreshing in a way to know that all of us are suddenly without a comfort zone. Yet I find comfort still in knowing that I am actually good at what I do. I am at ease in this uneasy setting. I’m not sure I would have been earlier in my career.

Far too early to call a winner, but I feel good about number twenty-eight. If you don’t mind, I shall keep on feeling good and try not to walk too close to the edge of the cliff.

Published by blytheobservations

I’m an educator for many years in the great Midwest. I try to focus on being a decent human. My three kids are hopefully learning good things from me. Perfectly boiling an egg has been added to the resume. We take pleasure in small victories. I’m probably driving around right now looking for firewood.

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