Day Sixty Eight. Heading to my classroom today for the first time in over three months. We have scheduled times to go in (to maintain social distancing) and prepare our classrooms for summer. I imagine it will be like stepping into a ghost town. I don’t remember how I left things. It will be a strange moment in an already strange time. And as I begin to hear about re-opening regulations for next fall, it may be stranger times are yet to come as the ghosts of classrooms past haunt and hint of what may never be again. I miss what was. I really do.
Happy Thursday, all. Man, I am scraping to find material to post about. Sorry. Glad tomorrow is the final day. Stay safe.
Do. Reflect. Do Better.
You may feel as if you are scraping for things to write about, but you are saying what I wish I could say. I went back into my classroom just a week or so ago to do what you are going to do. March 6, the last day I met with my classes, was still written on the whiteboard. I left it there. Seemed fitting. Thank you.
Thank you. Glad it resonated. Sorry it was a sad reminder. Have a good summer.
I went into my classroom last week to close it down and I can say it made me very sad.
Take care my friend.
Thank you, Aaron. Have good summer, my friend.