It’s just over two weeks until I join the experiment that is opening schools with an out-of-control pandemic comfortably settled in the community. I do not think this is wise but I also feel like I have no choice in the matter. People I would NEVER follow into battle are using their coercive power to force me and countless other teachers and students into crowded classrooms. We will wear masks and wash hands and social distance as much as possible, but we will not be safe.
My prediction: Back into lockdown by October.
My goal: not dying.
I don’t know how much learning on the job I’ll be doing with this student teaching thing when my goal is “not dying” instead of “learn to be a teacher.” I doubt anyone has thought much about this aspect. Once I’m a certified teacher, though, I’d love to work with a pod. I think pod teaching is going to be with us for a few years.
I’m the type who has to have a plan but I have none. I don’t know whether I’ll be in a class or teaching virtually. My Sped host teacher looks middle-age and is probably terrified of returning as well. But, without specialized education, our extraordinary students have lost way more ground than other children. So, it’s necessary to get them back into a classroom with a specialist.