The world feels so weird.
Yesterday was the day they told me I pack up my classroom in eight days, and that I specifically only have four hours to pack up in (when it usually would have been like an hour daily for two weeks, and through most of the final exam days). Yesterday was my annual review for the college, held on Zoom, for the first time in three years without a class observation first (because there are no classes to observe).
We're two class dates out from having no new units to put up for the year. We're three class dates out from the AP Lit Test, which I feel like none of my kids are all that prepared for because of the plague. We're seven days out from having no more zoom tutoring. They still won't tell my kids what their graduation looks like.
How did we get to it being seven days to two full months of this.
A. Where did all that time go?
B. Holy crap, how did, are you sure we've been doing this that long?
I assume that when we get through the first week in June, and graduation, whatever it looks like passes, I'm going to pass out for basically a week straight. [This entry was originally posted at https://wanderlustlover.dreamwidth.org/2356129.html. Comment on either at your leisure.]
We're two class dates out from having no new units to put up for the year. We're three class dates out from the AP Lit Test, which I feel like none of my kids are all that prepared for because of the plague. We're seven days out from having no more zoom tutoring. They still won't tell my kids what their graduation looks like.
How did we get to it being seven days to two full months of this.
A. Where did all that time go?
B. Holy crap, how did, are you sure we've been doing this that long?
I assume that when we get through the first week in June, and graduation, whatever it looks like passes, I'm going to pass out for basically a week straight. [This entry was originally posted at https://wanderlustlover.dreamwidth.org/2356129.html. Comment on either at your leisure.]