4.8.20 & 4.9.20

Another hidden blessing is getting to know my class on a whole other level based on online learning and chatting via Google Meet. Here is what I know:

I know who prefers to chat outside,

I know who loves to be in their pajamas all day,
I know who has a friendly dog, or a cat who loves the camera. 

I know who is working with a sibling, and who is flying solo. 

I know who's got a basement bedroom and who has lots of windows in their kitchen. 

I know who has the assignment done twenty three minutes after getting it. 

I know who's submitting assignments at 10:15 pm because mom or dad is an essential worker, and they've been out all day... or maybe they are just a night owl.

I know who's up at 6:15 checking our class page,

I know who eats lunch at 3:00, and makes their own breakfast. 

I know who needs to change the batteries in their smoke detector because it keeps beeping. 

I know who has constant parental support and who is working resiliently because their parents have jobs that require them to brave the public right now. 

I know I miss my class. The smiles. The hugs. 

I know I miss teaching. Reading their reactions from a lesson, and hunching down so I can explain something eye to eye.

I know they need my positivity, ...so do my own kids. 

I know it will be ok.

But I also know that this is "trauma" and that things need to be recreated when we do school again.

I know this is an opportunity to be realistic and cut out the parts that no longer serve us, the parts of education that have become toxic to students. 

And I know when I chose my career path in third grade, I've never doubted it. 

Bubbles make the best toys!

Kinetic sand "cookies"

Building a fire station and rocking the hair. 

Epic fort

FaceTime Ukulele lessons with friends!

This sweet boy has been playing so hard he's gone back to napping.