My classes are growing. More specifically, they grew today — doubled, in fact. Today was the first day we had all students back at the same time. Sixth grade has been doing it for a couple of weeks now; seventh grade began last week; this week was eighth grade’s turn. So each class had 18-24 students in plexiglass-enclosed quad-desks, each six feet apart. “Remember,” I said countless times, “these plexiglass shields only serve as protection for you and your neighbor if you have your masks on.” This mean that it was the first day for everyone wearing masks all day.
How long will we stay like this? What effect will the Thanksgiving surge, now in full swing, have on it? I really don’t know.
As part of my promise to K about my beard (“I’ll get rid of it when we’re back in school 100%.”), I had the Boy shave me last night.
That was how we had some of our Daddy-E time. Tonight, it was writing: the Boy has discovered fountain pens,
and that discovery has inspired him to write short stories. We’re working on a tag-team zombie story now.
