Hurricane Laura
I have a temper. I can fly off the handle very quickly. I've read before that when under stress different personality types "lean" a certain way. Some withdraw and others, like me, attack. Being one who is prone to attack mode is difficult in polite society.
As I write this, classes will begin tomorrow. I had everything completely set and ready to go for my online sections a week ago. I could rest easy knowing I had everything done. Well, somehow the gremlins that I'm convinced live in computers have messed my sections up in Canvas and all is not ready for tomorrow. Boo. Our tech people are on it, but I'm nervous. I don't like things pending and I want them fixed 2 minutes ago.
Hurricane Laura is an actual thing, possibly making a huge storm. We joked in our family that with classes about to start I'm also Hurricane Laura, ready to blow up with very little provocation.
This time is so hard on so many levels. I'm worried about the world's future--will this pandemic end? Will we be OK? I'm also worried about the incredible amounts of anger I'm seeing in people. It deeply saddens me. My own kids have gone back to school and all is well. For now.
I've missed teaching face to face classes and I'm thrilled to have the opportunity again. I feel a deep responsibility to give these students my best and not squander this chance to do what I love. The art of teaching is taking that passion that makes me Hurricane Laura and channel it into being the best teacher I can be who inspires, guides and challenges students.
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