During pandemic teaching, I inevitably reach a point of no return on Fridays, my brain’s wires short-circuiting after too much usage. Emails have lost their coherent response opportunity, students’ assignments sit to be graded in the Canvas ether, loved one’s texts are neglected until I can re-wire.
This Friday, however, has left me feeling like a neglected, punctured tire. One reason my depletion is more present than ever is today is the final Friday before students come back into the building. Endless decisions have been processed, executed, and debated this past week. Rooms and demeanors are expected to be sparkling and joyful to greet our bright-eyed students Tuesday morning.
The pressure is on to patch and inflate, to roll with the potholes of the newly resurfaced road ahead.