We are less than a month away from the date that students were scheduled to return to school. At this point we know that this isn’t going to happen. Exactly what is going to happen remains really unclear. There are constant updates from the state dept of ed and emails from the district leadership team coming in. There are surveys and neighborhood gossip in the streets with slightly judgy undertones about whether each family will send their kids into the school building. Last night we had a community-wide virtual presentation of Hull’s plan for reopening (I felt like a mormon family watching their annual convention ha!) and it did little to settle my nerves. It was frankly really terrible. The poor presence of leadership shadowed the content of the presentation and I finally left the call after 2.5 hours with no end in sight.
So today we know that school won’t begin until at least the 16th of Sept. I know my kids won’t likely be going in person and I know for certain they won’t be riding the bus. Like for certain, Brent.
I’m sad for the kids. I know they need more than what they’re getting here at home. But numbers of cases are climbing again in MA and I want this to end! I don’t want people to die because of ties to the old way or educating and shopping. For their part, Ellie and Liam are happy to stay home a little longer. For better or worse, they are happy with remote learning for a while so it looks like that may be where we land. Now to sit with all the impact of that privileged decision.