I had the most normal day today. And it’s bananas.
I woke up, had my coffee, helped Noah with his Zoom class, had a Zoom staff meeting, walked the dog, shopped for some groceries at Walmart, had another Zoom class with my drama students, watched a bit of Battlestar Galactica, and now I’m writing to you.
This hasn’t been my normal for the past two weeks, as we’ve been getting the school ready to reopen, but it was my normal for the past three months.
For the past two weeks, I’ve been going to the campus, helping with preparations, seeing other teachers, learning procedures and policies for opening the school, seeing students for the first time in months, getting tested for COVID19, wearing a mask constantly, watching students get tested for COVID19, starting school, implementing procedures and policies, watching students sit in classrooms for hours wearing masks…
But today, I didn’t go to school. I had a day off. I did what was normal for the past three months. I had a quiet morning. I walked the dog. I spent time with Noah.
And it felt normal. It felt good.
I can sense it… that as things here return to something like what used to be normal, a part of me will be longing for what was normal for the past three months. I’m actually going to miss things about the past three months.
Not the fear. Not the worry. Not the anxiety. Those things can be relegated to the bins of distant memory.
But the good things.
If you had told me that I’d be feeling nostalgic for those times during the past three months, I would have laughed at you. During the past three months, all I could think of was getting out of the past three months. It felt like being trapped in Groundhog Day, only it wasn’t funny. It felt like Edge of Tomorrow, only the alien bugs trying to kill me were microscopic and statistically, mostly in my mind.
Now, having a day like the past three months brings me comfort.
Isn’t that bananas?
I think we’re going to be figuring out who we are and what is really important for quite a while.