As I sit here completing progress reports, I’m oddly thrown back to last year.
And I’m reminded of the difference of a year. The difference in… How students have been able to participate. The ease in contacting parents. How much better I know my new students. The possibility to collaborate with colleagues. Students’ ability to access help. The consistency of lessons. Being able to walk to a classroom and troubleshoot. Providing support that actually feels like my job. Simply, the DIFFERENCE. Isn’t it funny how something as simple as typing in a teacher’s name on a progress report can snap one’s mind back to a previous year? I sit, in a combination of disbelief and bizarre awe over the year half my caseload was hybrid and half was remote. And I can’t help but think, regardless of where anyone stands on any given thing on this 2nd day of March: Thank God it’s this year and not last.
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I'm glad your progress reports have help you reflect positively. I gotta admit, this year feels harder than last year for some reason. Maybe it's because we were mostly in-person last year and I had hoped that this year would be more post-pandemic than it ended up being.
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