handwritten on April 1, 2020
We were allowed to go into our classroom for a small window we signed up for...to gather any books we may need for the remainder of our online instruction.
I made my husband go with me because I knew I would need the support. Talk about depression when you see a completely empty school in the middle of the school year with dark hallways and complete silence. I walked into my room and I just took a minute to take in everything from my second home (as I always say.) The room was clean, colorful but sad. Student desks sat there looking completed sorrowful, the chalkboard untouched and the laughter gone.
A classroom is a mere shell. It's the people inside that bring it to life. I think if...
handwritten on March 31, 2020
You know...
you think you know your students until you see them
inside their homes
interacting with their parents and their siblings
on the couch or wrapped up in their favorite blanket
or showing you their pet they always talked about but you never actually saw
I can quite literally be a fly on the wall of the homes in which they live
and you learn so much more from the surroundings your students experience every day
and their relationships
and the laughter you hear in the background
or when a mom makes her child an egg sandwich for breakfast and slides it under their nose during instruction
every family is different
but my students have beautiful families and they are loved
each and every...
handwritten on March 30, 2020
Monday was morning meeting mustache day
I scared my husband when he came back from work
I suppose he isn't used to seeing me with a curled stache made out of pen
and a tiny little beard
I think more than ever, I wish I could disguise my days with a clear filtered
strip of paper that makes the washed out colors into vibrant pinks and purples and oranges
I wish we could disguise the virus
make it something it isn't so that we can freely move about again
I wish we could disguise our feelings of sometimes sadness or the feeling like
we aren't doing enough because we can only do so much or the feeling that
we will never return to our normal lives again whatever normal actually means
at this...
handwritten on March 29, 2020
Many miles walking and 3 miles running:
Today was the most picturesque day
we have had
in some time
and we walked the cemetary keeping our distance from the occasional
individual that walked by but mostly surrounded by
spring trees and breezy
dreams
But though it looked perfect outside
the wind could whirl around and take you away
like as if to say
things are pretty to the eye
but on the inside don't forget the turbulance
on our walk we talked about our Plan A and Plan B
if my significant other were to become infected
where would I stay?
and with whom?
and for how long?
Always good to be prepared in addition to letting our
minds run free with beautiful thoughts
Though the day can be...
handwritten on March 28, 2020
30 minutes of yoga:
If you've ever heard the Sound of Music
You know the lines to the lyrics of this song
Tea with Jam is something my husband and myself have been indulging in
It's been a while since we've had jam and so in our frenzy of supermarket shopping
I quickly bought backberry jam, and we have been eating it almost like a dessert
Ironically, this is a time where many of us are not spread as thin
but our heart are full of weariness and so it feels like we have become spread thin
on our crispy bread we attempt to wash down with tea
in the hopes that this horrible time we are currently experiencing
will be rejuvinated by tea with jam
jam and bread
tea with jam
