Coronavirus Days--Week 38
I'm winding down a semester of boxes on the screen. Zoom remote sessions with students. Zoom meetings. Zoom happy hours. Lately, when I click into a Zoom thing, I either think of Paul Lynde and Hollywood squares or the PBS educational show Zoom, sometimes singing the entire "We're gonna Zoom, Zoom, Zoom-a-Zoom," in my head of course, since those not of a certain age miss the references (and my singing ain't that great). And throughout the semester, many things stayed in my head, as I wondered about whether students were sometimes there, whether students laughed at my jokes, whether I might get through an entire semester spent behind a computer screen. And now that I am close to finishing grading, I can say I did survive. I never taught in my pajamas, never smoked a bowl or had a drink before class (maybe after), and always showered. I consider that success.