I can't promise anything other than the truth of what happens in my classroom, or classrooms as the case may be. At the moment, I'm a traveling teacher and occupy a total of five different rooms. With the constant movement, havoc is always around the corner. Inevitably, the last teacher took the dry erase markers, I left something in another classroom, I'm missing five desks, or something of that sort.
A colleague of mine promised that if we can all survive this, we will be better teachers for it. I have to admit, sometimes I feel like I won't survive this. These last five weeks have worn down my stamina. Perhaps that's why I now feel called to write this blog. JK Rowling said recently--and I'm paraphrasing here--that she doesn't know what she thinks or believes until she writes it down. I suppose this is my effort to make sense of what this year is so that it can transform into what it needs to be.
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