Hermit

It has been a year. The introvert in me has not completely hated being home. I miss hugs, and I miss cooking for people whom I love, but I found it unsettling when the discussion came up about what to do when we’re on the other side of this. Particularly with regard to you know, school stuff. It has been all quiet on the western front these last few months, and I have worked hard with the information I have been given to create a program that lovingly supports these kids and still provides the basics they need for this course. When folks start talking about data and observations and Next Year (for the love of God), I recoil…I confess it, I do. My goal this year was to maintain my sense of humor and to get these kids as far as I could down the path in the time allotted. I have exceed this goal, I know I have, but I bristle at the thought of someone evaluating me based on that.

I guess it is a bit like the nuclear bomb drills from my youth…crawl under your desk and put your arms over your head. These steps (much like the data collection) won’t change the outcome, but it does give us something to do with our hands.

Forty-one to go.