And so it’s Friday night and even though I wanted to binge on some ‘True Blood’, I’m sitting here planning and eating chocolate because I won’t be able to sleep otherwise.
I finished another book today. And as this quote suggests, books have gotten me through some moments of darkness. 6 months of Covid-19 lockdown to be specific, and they continue to carry me through these strange times.
Three more teachers have been deployed to virtual school and their classes have been collapsed. Mine was one of them. Again, I mourn.
I was today years old when I truly learned how little the education system cares about the well-being of those it’s supposed to care for. It’s never been so clear, so blatantly obvious that they simply do not care. Not about their students and not about their educators and education workers.
It’s the 3rd Monday since we’ve been back-to-school. I feel tired, worn-out, beat up, overwhelmed, anxious, stressed, confused, inefficient, ineffective, and exhausted. I feel like every ounce of my energy has been zapped and that I have nothing left to give.
It sucks that every time I have a headache, my stomach hurts, throat tickles or I cough; I run and go check my temperature. 🤦🏾♀️😩😷 Tamla
In general, I think about purpose a lot. My own purpose, the purpose of others and our purpose on this planet. I regularly remind and encourage my students to think about and explore their purpose, as well. Recently, after learning about Chadwick Boseman’s passing my social media fields were full of his messages, his wisdom. I watched and rewatched, listened and re-listened to his Howard University Homecoming Speech. His words were simple, true and resonated with my whole being.
Over half the year has passed and it has been quite interesting to say the least. Despite my city finally entering Phase 3, Covid-19 still has a grip on most of my life and much of the world. Lockdown life began for me over 4 months ago and for the most part, I’m used to it now. I live in a home with 4 generations so I never lack company.