Yesterday, we found out that our board decided that there would be no classes at school for the rest of this school year. We all expected it. The governor of Tennessee closed public schools on Wednesday, so it was just waiting for official word from our private school board that we would do the same.
As a person who takes meds that supresses my immune system because of my Rheumatoid Arthritis, I am grateful that they considered my health and the health of others when they made their decision. I am still “teaching” because we are doing remote learning until the end of school, but it isn’t the same.
This morning, I got up and did my normal Saturday planning and decided to plan out hhe rest of the year. When I finished, sadness hit me. All of the cool ideas I had for these units are turned into vocab and worksheets. Those in depth discussions on how this event affects our wold today, also not happening, because I am not there. I feel cheated. I feel my kiddos are cheated. Our seniors and their parents Are cheated. I know social distancing is what we need to do to protect ourselves and others, but for a few moments today, I am going to mourn what we have all lost because of this virus. I mourn for those who lost jobs, those family memories that didn’t get made at Easter. I mourn for that family who is wondering if they can keep their small business open. I mourn for my in laws who are in nursing facilities and are going on almost 2 months without a visitor. I mourn for those who lost loved ones on this and our medical staff who put their health in jeopardy every time they go to work.
I am going to take a few minutes to wallow, and then I will pull myself back up by my bootstraps and get on with my day, because there is no sense in letting covid-19 steal anymore than it already has from us!