Although there was this forty minute period where I wondered whether I helped send an entire school bus of high school students on a random jaunt around the county. Everyone was very confused, this morning. Then again, as one of my bemused neighbors pointed out; if we were all wrong (including the bus driver!) about which bus the kids were supposed to be on, at least they all knew where the freaking high school was anyway.
But nobody called, and the kids made it home, so no worries.
Not for me; for my kids. The whole merry-go-round starts up again, and I’ll be needing to go to sleep earlier. Yes, just like I’m doing now. Gimme a break, there was last-minute laundry to do.
The kids didn’t want to go back, obviously. Neither did I, and my toys were vastly inferior to theirs. But they got back into the swing of things. …And now they have a four-day weekend, because Rosh Hashanah intersected with Labor Day this year. Whatever, my dudes. Whatever. It’s a great day when the school doesn’t call.
…Hip deep in making sure the computer’s working for the youngest (he’s on all-digital, still). What fun. What amazing fun.
…Sorta. They’re in full virtual mode, which is like the regular virtual mode, only with normal-length classes. Not as much homework, but they’ll be doing more classwork during the day. Some of the kids are back in physical classes, some are doing hybrid, my kids’ teachers kind of hinted that having me there to crack the metaphorical whip over mine would be optimal.
…Yeah, that’s fair. They’re my kids, after all. They come by it honestly.
Moe Lane
PS: And thank God some of these kids are back in school. Not every family has the luxury of even an untrained in-house teacher’s aide.
And it wasn’t too bad, in fact: the kids got back into the class routine pretty well. They might have even missed it, a little. Played merry hell with my writing and posting schedule, though.
But that’s all right, since we’re not doing too badly on that front for right now. I need to create another spreadsheet to work out what’s getting worked on this month. And here I thought that there would be no math…
This week is just going to be bad for getting anything except the most necessary work done. Hopefully it’ll stabilize, once the county gets used to high intensity remote learning. But in the meantime I keep having to half-guess what work my kids still need to do, and it’s annoying as all get-out.
Moe Lane
PS: Oh, yeah, I have rants. But I’m retired from all that.
My children were not entirely happy to be told they’d have to wear full sets of clothing again. Well, except for socks. They’re supposed to, but neither didn’t and I think they both think they’ve put one over on their old man. I figured it was best to give ’em both at least one small victory.
Moe Lane
PS: Going fine, except when the county’s computer network freezes up under the sudden pressure. But that’s only happened six, seven times so far. In the last hour. I wonder how counties without any money are doing right now?
…Which doesn’t have the same ring to it when it effectively means I start the new unpaid job tomorrow! Then again, we enjoy the nigh-obscene luxury of having parents home to minimize the situation; I was a stay-at-home already and my wife is still telecommuting. Based on the emails and messages coming out from the schools, there are a lot of kids in this county who will not have anybody to help them this semester with, well, pretty much everything.
I don’t think this is entirely fair to them, but I don’t really know what I can do about it, either.
Worked on the sonnet, and attended Zoom meetings about next week’s back-to-sitting-in-front-of-their-computers-to-do-lessons-while-I-play-administrative-assistant schedule for my kids. And I shouldn’t even really complain. Reading between the lines, I think the county schools are assuming that the kids are going to be at home by themselves and trying to navigate all of this while their parents are at work. Since my wife is still telecommuting and this is my job… welp. I’m sure other people would be happy to trade with me.
