May 22. By 10:35 the last student had left our morning Zoom meeting and I was alone in the virtual meeting room, seeing myself in the camera, and wondering if I needed another cup of coffee before looking over the day’s first completed assignments. By the 36th day of distance learning during a pandemic we had fallen into a routine.
Perhaps “fallen” isn’t the right word. To fall into a routine indicates a passivity that doesn’t reflect the true nature of our springtime classroom. It might be better to say that we blazed a routine, or even better to say that we hacked our way through a dense forest of obstacles to make a pathway that even by the end was beset with brambles.