These are the days

...of anxiety.  I know so many people with Covid.  I hope they all recover quickly.

...of being a teacher.  Some of them forgot how to be students.  Some of them acted like overtired toddlers yesterday.  Some of them were downright gleeful about getting back to listening to Stuart Little.

...of trying to teach writing.  To third graders.  It is so hard and so exhilarating all at once.  When they get an idea, their eyes shine.  When they stubbornly refuse to get an idea, there we are.  Stuck.  Then there's the spelling and punctuation.  Don't get me started on the capitalization.  It's a jungle out there.

...of lists.  So many lists.  Always.  It is always the days of lists.

...of weaving all the charging cords back into the computer carts.  Soulless tedious work.  Janelle and I tag teamed and helped each other, one on either side of the cart.  That made it easier.  She said, "I hope we don't have to do this all over again.

...of observing the floor at the end of the day and thinking, "Why does it look like we made paper snowflakes today?"  The mess is astounding sometimes.

...of teaching in uncertain and fraught times.  Masks, no masks, vaccinations, no vaccinations.  Surge.  Peak. Illness.

Just make it stop.