Back to class

The night before, I chose my clothes, portioned out my lunch and packed my bags. As I left the house, I double checked everything. I headed out early, earlier than almost any other day this school year. My children, knowing how I felt, wished me good luck as I left.

At school, I pulled books out of the book room and speakers out of drawers; everything went into the classroom. I gathered blackout poems and other decorations from last semester’s classroom and brought them into this quadmester’s room. I washed the blackboard and found my coloured chalk. I waited. Nervous? Excited? Yes.

The bell. And then the students. Slowly, masked and distanced, they arrived. Well, half of them. The other half were at home – but no matter! After months of teaching from home, after a quadmester of teaching Spec Ed (which has its own pleasures, but which is very different from classroom teaching), I was in a room with students, and we were about to start an English class.

We wrote. We read a poem. We talked about it and about ourselves. And, like every single year, like every single class, they blew me away with what they saw, what they said, who they are. Sure, I made mistakes – I talked too much (such a weakness), some students couldn’t find the meet link, my written instructions were too long – and for sure the hybrid portion of the day felt odd. “Can you hear me?” I asked the screen of avatars. The screen said yes.

I know it’s a pandemic & I know this will be exhausting & I know things will probably go sideways (and backwards & upside down) But for now, I’m back in the classroom – the chaotically hybrid pandemic classroom, but the classroom nevertheless – and I am happy.

5 thoughts on “Back to class

  1. Back where your heart wants to be-But for now, “I’m back in the classroom – the chaotically hybrid pandemic classroom, but the classroom nevertheless – and I am happy.,” Teach with vigor and enjoy every minute of your teaching days, Amanda.

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  2. Who cares about the mistakes, right? They don’t matter. You read poetry! That’s about as good as a first day can get. Enjoy the wild, pandemic teaching ride!

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  3. I wish I had been so enthusiastic, but I was nervous. I was uncertain. Now I am in it and there is a threat to shut us down again. I have to be OK with the topsy-turvy, so day by day. Thanks for sharing your joy. It’s contagious.

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