Is my title too obvious a steal? Well if we can have baby Yoda memes teaching people how to wash their hands, I suppose I can exercise a little creative license with subtitles.
Last week we all learned our day jobs were going to turn into day, night, weekend, job non-jobs. In other words, everyone has to stay home. My kids will have to learn at home, and I’ll have to teach at home. It is a lot of home time. It struck me this must be some weird throwback to Little House on the Prairie days, except we have Netflix.
What does it mean to teach online…it means everything I have learned to do for the last 20 years gets thrown out the window. My one skill, the ability to talk in front of people, began from not being able to talk in front of people. Now returned to that origin state, I fear I will not be effective. The self that emerged as the Teacher doesn’t know how to exist if it can’t be in the same room with others.
I don’t have any pithy statements to make about COVID-19. This is unlike anything I’ve seen. Oddly, getting diagnosed with cancer already forced me to confront mortality. That doesn’t mean it’s easier now, it just means I haven’t had a break from having finitude shoved in my face.
Funny how getting online is the best way to connect with others right now. On that note, gonna go immerse myself in a lot of Destiny 2. There is something oddly reassuring about blowing the crap out of an alien menace you can actually see.