Campuses are closed for the rest of the school year.
I knew that was coming. I agree with the governor’s decision. It’s the only right answer.
I can’t stop crying.
I can’t stop crying because I really love these kids and I can’t tell them. I can’t call on Teams and have a big mourning session for the end of the year.
I’ve learned I can’t write the words I want to say. Writing has always been the way I best communicate. But in a world where everything is in writing, I’ve lost my words.
I can’t hug the kids. I can’t fix this.
And we have to finish the yearbook.
My editors have worked so hard. Yearbook is fun at school. It’s not fun like this. It’s work with a purpose. It’s learning. But final deadline is not fun. It’s a necessity. And at school we get the payoff, the excitement, the other staffers, teacher support and kids support and admin support.
Now, these kids are doing all the hard without the payoff.
And it’s my job to fix that. It’s my job to find the fun. To figure out a way to celebrate and be a motivator and help them see the importance of what we do.
But I can’t because I can’t stop crying.
I don’t know how to do this.
I don’t want my beautiful editors to finish the year with a negative view of what we do. I don’t want to hurt them with my words. I want to build.
This really sucks.
That is all. Except
I miss school. This isn’t school. But it is what it has to be.
I miss peace and hope.
That’s gone too.
At least right now it is.
I was going to make some scones to eat my emotions, but the strawberries I planned on using are gone, so I can’t even do that.
I know I’ll get through this. I just wish I didn’t have to.