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lisbei So, on the evening of March 12th, 2 years ago, after the Educational grand poobah of my country had spent a fortnight ranting that the schools will never ever ever close, it was announced that the schools would close, at least until Easter.
(full offence, dude - you and the asshole in charge of Health gave me months of sleepless nights and nerve-wracking days, when your protocols changed on a daily basis, and there was no sanitizer or masks to be had for love or money)
So, on Friday 13th 2020 (LOL) I started giving lessons online without my books (all at school), my work laptop (ditto) any knowledge of how to use Zoom or Teams effectively, and an internet connection which is spotty at the best of times.
And even though it was clear to me that that the few days left of the term would not be enough for it to be 'over', I really didn't expect to still be dealing with the situation 2 years later.
I think the most infuriating factor is the insistence of so many countries that it's over, and the insistence of so many parents that they want their kids to unmask in class. I mean, you will have to pry my mask out of my cold dead fingers (you know what I mean) but that only means I'm protecting others from any infection that I might be carrying. It won't protect me from others, or only to a minimal extent.
People are still dying from it, or catching it, getting 'better' and then dying suddenly a few weeks later, but apparently we're supposed to 'live with it'. Some of us don't have that luxury, Karen! (or rather, what's a male Karen? 'Cos it's mainly guys I'm hearing this from) I mean, when I got into teaching I didn't think I was going to be risking my life to earn a living.
*my main inspiration is an early Eddie Izzard Star Trek stand-up, which contains a wonderful 'Bones' McCoy bit featuring the good doctor diagnosing 'lurgy' for everything.
(full offence, dude - you and the asshole in charge of Health gave me months of sleepless nights and nerve-wracking days, when your protocols changed on a daily basis, and there was no sanitizer or masks to be had for love or money)
So, on Friday 13th 2020 (LOL) I started giving lessons online without my books (all at school), my work laptop (ditto) any knowledge of how to use Zoom or Teams effectively, and an internet connection which is spotty at the best of times.
And even though it was clear to me that that the few days left of the term would not be enough for it to be 'over', I really didn't expect to still be dealing with the situation 2 years later.
I think the most infuriating factor is the insistence of so many countries that it's over, and the insistence of so many parents that they want their kids to unmask in class. I mean, you will have to pry my mask out of my cold dead fingers (you know what I mean) but that only means I'm protecting others from any infection that I might be carrying. It won't protect me from others, or only to a minimal extent.
People are still dying from it, or catching it, getting 'better' and then dying suddenly a few weeks later, but apparently we're supposed to 'live with it'. Some of us don't have that luxury, Karen! (or rather, what's a male Karen? 'Cos it's mainly guys I'm hearing this from) I mean, when I got into teaching I didn't think I was going to be risking my life to earn a living.
*my main inspiration is an early Eddie Izzard Star Trek stand-up, which contains a wonderful 'Bones' McCoy bit featuring the good doctor diagnosing 'lurgy' for everything.
