Never, in a million years, did I ever dream I would be living though a worldwide pandemic.

Never, in a million years, did I ever dream I would be living though a worldwide pandemic.

Here we were, just coasting along, doing the things we normally would do, when, BAM, that stupid Coronavirus stopped us all dead in our tracks! On Friday, March 13th, we had a meeting after school to discuss what changes we would be making in the coming week, to get us through until Spring Break. My students were bringing in their leprechaun traps in the hope of catching that sly, little character.
By Sunday night, the 15th, we were informed that the buildings would not reopen for the week of the 16th. We had small, socially-distanced meetings to determine how we could best deliver instruction, moving forward. I am blessed to work with three other ROCKSTAR preschool teachers in our district! We came up with our plan and implemented it with very few hiccups. Our families were understanding and did their absolute best to work with their kids. (Honestly, I think we were all in shock.) We finished the year doing remote instruction.
Late spring and summer provided me with TWO opportunities to go visit my parents on the family farm and stay for a week both times! After all that was the last quarter of the school year, it was an amazing opportunity to relax, reflect, and renew. I was also able to renew a friendship for high school.
Also, this summer I was honored to be chosen to be a part of "Navigating Change," which is the state's plan for the reopening of schools this past fall. I met, and worked with people I may not have otherwise ever crossed paths with. It was hard work, but also valuable work.
We were able to start school, later than intended, face-to-face and have remained in this mode of instructional delivery until now, even with the rapidly climbing numbers in our state and county.
In November, our daughter, Abbey, was able to get married. Because you never know what the weather is going to be like in Kansas, she was able to get married in the courtyard and the reception was inside. There were roughly 45 people in attendance and Abbey and Alex provided custom designed masks for everyone! It was so much fun to have all three of our kids together again
The week of Christmas, I received a call from Jacque, our oldest, asking if they could come up here for Christmas. They live in San Antonio. They had plans to go visit some of her husband's family in the Phoenix area, but some of the people there were exposed to the coronavirus. Of course I said, "YES!!" All three kids back together, again. We ate lots of food, played lots of games, enjoyed each other's company, and laughed until our sides hurt.
What I need to say is that in the midst of a catastrophic world event, such as this pandemic, there were silver linings everywhere I looked. There is still much to be thankful for!
In 2021, we are looking forward to the marriage of our son, Luke, to his high school sweetheart. Again, so much to be thankful for!
Our district bought all four PreK classrooms iPads on a cart. There are twenty iPads on each cart, plus one for each teacher, equalling a total of eight-four iPads. None of the PreK teachers even expressed an interest in having classroom sets of iPads. I'm sure if you asked the others on the team, there would be something else we would have asked that money to be spent on. I am equally sure that the reason we got the iPads was due to the pandemic.
Here's the thing, though. A couple of years ago, I heard the Kansas State commissioner of Education speak at a state conference. Here is a direct quote from a Q & A session with him: "I believe that every child under the age of eight, should have a play-based education." Does that include screen time? I can assure you it does not.
A play-based classroom has the following:
I was lost for awhile. I had fallen into a deep, dark hole that is Covid-19. If you're a teacher, I know you can relate. It's not a good place to be. It's a scary and overwhelming place to be. I felt like nothing I was doing was good enough for my students. I didn't feel like I was giving them my best. I was crying every single day, sometimes even at school. It's just too much!
I hate that there are plexiglass dividers on all of my students' tables. We have to clean them daily, sometimes more than once because of food, boogers, Play-Dough, and any other variety of "unmentionables." There are larger, taller plexiglass dividers in my block area and in my manipulative area. One step down the hole...
At the beginning of the school year, our district sent out guidelines for a "gating criteria" that showed how schools would function based on the positive testing rate for our county. Guess what? We're not following it. Another step down into the hole... I needed to remind myself that these were just "guidelines" and not gospel. Because of our building's number of kids choosing remote learning or being homeschooled, we didn't need to change all that much, except for only have one classroom at a time at recess, not the whole grade level. Part of me was really angry about not following the gating criteria, the other part of my knows that I would much rather be in the classroom with my kids and my classroom aides than be teaching remotely. I hated that this past spring!
We have three meals a day in our classroom. In the past, students came to our classrooms between 8:05-8:10, after eating lunch in the cafeteria and whole-school morning announcements. Now they come straight to the classroom at 7:40 and eat breakfast there. We also have lunch and an afternoon snack in our classroom. Sometimes when I come into school in the mornings, I have to clean sticky spots on the floors or tables that the custodians have missed. Further down the black hole... My amazing classroom aides and I clean the room better than the custodial staff most days. We do it for the kids and each other, even though it's not our job. I could go on about the cleanliness of the room, but it serves no purpose. We do what we need to do for the kids. Every single day, I am grateful that our classroom is still tiled. Most of the other classrooms in the building are carpeted. Gross!
I have a handful of students who show up without masks every single day. We're on Day #27. Masks have been mandatory since school opened in September. Some of those masks are disgusting, as only a preschooler's mask can be. Despite many reminders about keeping masks clean, it still happens. Going deeper down the hole... So, we now have disposable masks in our classroom, labeled with the students' names. If a munchkin comes in with a mask needing to be washed, we wash them, and the child wears the disposable one until their cloth one is cleaned.
We've had several adults out at our building, either quarantining due to exposure or because they have actually contracted Covid. This causes people to have to cover for them, at times, because the number of Guest Teachers (substitutes) has dwindled considerably. Another step further into the dark... I feel like, in the building where I teach, everyone has gone above and beyond to help each other out. That doesn't mean it's not exhausting. It's what an amazing group of caring, compassionate educators does! As one of my colleagues said, "We rise by lifting others." I truly believe that we do that at NES.
After a particularly tough day (aren't they all anymore?) a very wise confidante said to me, "Why have you changed? Why have you stopped doing what's best for your kids? This isn't who you are, as a teacher." Even though it stung a little, it was the reality slap I needed. So I've climbed out of that hole, for now. I'm back to closing my door and doing what's best for kids! Much like flying, which we are all doing, by the seat of our pants, since this is new territory for everyone in education, I'm putting on my own oxygen mask first.
Covid can go away! I know it's not, but, sheesh! When you've been teaching as long as I have, you tend to think you've seen and experienced it all. Boy was I wrong! Many of my followers know that I served on the State Department of Education's "Navigating Change" back-to-school implementation committee and the school district's reopening committee. The State Department of Education put out a very thorough guideline packet of information. School district and counties were then tasked with using those guidelines to formulate a plan for their particular county and districts within that county. Our county devised a "Gating Criteria" which includes different levels of delivering instruction, based on the county's positive testing rate.
School was "supposed" to start August 12th. That week, teachers came to their buildings to learn of the district's plan for reopening, some other professional development, and to plan for what each teacher would need for their classrooms to enhance social distancing. Those items were then ordered and a start date of September 3rd was given.
The school year started in "The Green Zone." Full class sizes, full school day, masks being worn when social distancing could not be maintained. Within the first two weeks, we were in "The Yellow Zone." The Yellow Zone is class sizes under 15 students. Masks. Students being released at 1:10. Guess who had the only class over 18? The decision was made to move three of my students to the PreK-3 class. We did this by the birthdays closest to the August 31st cut-off date. Two weeks later, we were in "The Orange Zone," which says, class sizes of 10, masks at all times, students leaving at 1:10, no mixing of classrooms or grade levels on the playground. At this point, the determination was made to move four more of my students to the PreK-3 class, which is now a mixed class of 3s and young 4s, putting both classes at 13 students. Because our numbers are so low throughout our building, we were able to keep students at school for the full day, which is a huge benefit to our students. As I write this, last week we were Yellow, but will be Orange this next week.
I don't think that anyone dreamed that we would get to Orange as quickly as we did. At a couple of points, it felt like we were flying by the seat of our pants, which is true for school across the country. My little people and their families have been amazingly flexible and understanding as we navigate "Ridiculous Covid." I feel like, after 18 school days of craziness, learning routines and procedures, not knowing who was going to be in which class, we can now move forward with the reality that is this school year and with flexibility, perseverance, and grace. Grace, first and foremost, with our kids, then their families, our colleagues, and our administration. With grace, compassion, and understanding, we can get through our new reality of what the school year will look like.
I know what some of you are thinking. "I don't need Twitter." Let me tell you something I learned very quickly: You DO need Twitter, and here's why.
About five years ago, I was attending a conference in Houston. It was an amazing conference, filled with amazing educators! Can you say Gerry Brooks? Ron Clark? An opportunity of a lifetime! I have pictures! One of the breakout sessions was lead by Kayla Dornfeld of Top Dog Teaching, and the North Dakota Teacher of the Year in 2019. Her presentation was nothing short of AWESOME!! Afterwards, I went up to her to pick her brain about all things Early Childhood. She asked me if I was on Twitter because she shares a lot of pictures and ideas there. I told her I was not and was actually digging my feet in on setting up an account. In her usual excited way, she encouraged me to jump on the bandwagon, start an account and follow her. I had my laptop with me and she even talked me through it. Friends! I'm here to tell you, DO IT!
In the past five years, I have met amazing people that I can only pray to meet in real life! In Twitter-verse, I have been challenged, lifted up, and cheered to move forward with an idea. On days when I've questioned my calling into teaching, I have been encouraged. I have a couple of favorite stories:
A few years ago, around Christmastime, I was participating in a Twitter chat and mentioned that I asked for "Trauma-Informed Schools" by Jim Sporleder and Heather Forbes. Back Story--I heard Jim speak, locally, and thought, "Yes! This is always what I've thought education should be!" and I followed him on Twitter just so I could read his words about trauma-informed teaching. Fast-forward to the Twitter chat. When I said that I was asking for the book, I tagged Jim in my tweet. I received a direct message from him...WHAT?!?!? I have it saved. It said, "Isn't there something else you'd rather receive from your family?" I replied with "Receiving this book would mean the world to me." He said, "I'll send you a copy. Ask your family for something else." Again, WHAT?!?! Friends!! My copy of the book is AUTOGRAPHED!! Since that time, I've actually talked to Jim at national conferences twice! In the education world, we have heroes. We call them Edu-Heroes. Jim is mine!
Another story about connections through Twitter is this one: I was participating in a Twitter chat and the moderators (people posing the questions) asked for people to submit stories about why they became and educator. (My story is further down in my blog somewhere). I thought, "What the heck?" so I submitted my story. A while later, I received an email from them, asking if they could publish my story in a book! The book is full of stories from educators across the globe and I am honored to have mine as one of them, The book is called, "Stories is Edu: Sailing With a Fleet" it was compiled by Jason Bretzmann and Kenny Bosch. I even did a podcast with the two of them! Fast forward to a conference where Jim Sporleder was speaking. He had a slide that quoted my story from this book! Mind blown!
When you join Twitter, you can "lurk." Lurking is when you find a chat that sounds interesting and you just follow what all of the other participants are saying, and that's okay! You can participate by "tweeting" out your own thoughts and ideas. This is so validating to me, as an educator, because then others "like" what you've said or comment on what you've said. I can't begin to tell you the number of times I have been in the dumps and these chats have lifted me up, personally and professionally. You can also moderate a chat. Many times a chat will ask for Guest Moderators. All you have to do is volunteer! I think, at this time, I've moderated five or six, and have another coming up in the Kansas Teachers twitter chat next month. I have my favorite chats set on the calendar on my phone. I don't participate in all of them all the time, but if I'm not doing anything, I will definitely chime in. I have a few that I would never miss! That's how motivational they are!
I started out "following" Kayla Dornfeld, Jim Sporleder, and some local friends that were already on Twitter. I only use it for educational purposes and to follow my college football team. Since that time my network, or PLN (personal learning network) has grown! If you like what someone says or if they teach a similar grade level, "follow" them! Share your ideas! It's a great way to collaborate outside your local area! When others like a comment or idea that you've shared, they can "follow" you, too. Just because they follow you, doesn't mean you have to follow them. For example, in the past five years, I have acquired 3,095 followers and I "follow" 1,340. Sometimes, people or entities I follow, don't follow me back or don't share very often and that's okay, too.
Interested in starting a Twitter account, following me, or learning more? Hit me up! I'm happy to share what I know.