I don’t know about you, but getting to Spring Break each year feels like a marathon (not that I know what that feels like personally because I don’t run- I’m just guessing. Running is hard).
The weeks in February are like some strange timewarp and this year it seemed stranger. Anyone with me? It’s like the Twilight Zone over here, guys. Most of my students have given up (like hello, we still have several months left) and it’s difficult to not give up myself. I’m sure there are some of you feeling that way too.
Teaching. Is. Hard. I think we all know that. Teaching in a pandemic? Total chaos, really. But we’re doing it and we’re surviving.
March is here and getting to the end of the semester is now on the brain. While spending all day inside, I itch for the sunlight on my skin and so do my students. They’re in 7th grade and don’t have recess anymore (who thought that was a good idea?) and. it. shows. especially by 1:00pm. Boyyyy are they ready to run. So am I though so, who can blame ’em. Last week one of my classes played frisbee and soccer outside because we just couldn’t be inside anymore. It was just a culture lesson… I think.
Anyhoo… I’m rambling now and you’re probably not even reading at this point. If you made it this far then– Keep up the good fight.
You’ve got this.
-CC
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