A few weeks have passed since school shut its virtual doors for the year, and I am still traumatized by it all. Virtual schooling was a complete nightmare in our house. We had five boys, in four separate schools, all with different schedules and varying expectations.
David, the early riser, tackled each day with his morning energy, while Dathan slept in till the last minute, popping onto Zoom with morning breath and bed head. We all learned to army crawl past Ky, so he wouldn’t bite our heads off for accidentally appearing in his meeting window. Meanwhile, Study Hall Shawn could be found sleeping in and napping often, because after all, “I have study hall right now”. Distraction Daimon, the archnemesis to anything productive, was only found slightly amusing to our wild two-year-old with absolutely no structure.
My husband and I were fortunate enough to be working through the pandemic, although, it did complicate the whole situation. You know it’s bad when you don’t even bother to check final grades. I’m just choosing to live in the blissful ignorance of thinking everyone did the best they could, and God willing, that was enough.
After months of username chaos, overloaded websites, missed assignments, virtual field trips, and falsified gym class documents, we ALL deserve this summer break. As I swipe right to delete an unread email from a Reading Specialist about summer reading activities (*side eye*), I’ve also decided to swipe right on the first half of this 2020 hostage situation. I complained nonstop, wrote more distraught emails than I’d like to admit, and discovered that I’m not as “go with the flow” as I once thought. We all… went “natural”, gained the quarantine fifteen, and sprouted some mask acne, all- for the love of health. However, tomorrow is July 1st, and with the second half of this year arriving in a few short hours, I’m reclaiming my life. I am drawing a line in the sand, sanitizing my hands, and moving on. This is going to be a great summer.