Holly Semiloff (Ciotti)
Hi, remember ancient high school? We got on the bus, arrived at West, deposited stuff in our lockers, went to classes, bla, bla. Well, after 36 years of teaching NORMAL high school English in Glendale CA (AP Language, AP Literature, English 10) I have to start ALL OVER with distance teaching/learning. I am using Screencast to record stupid little videos to the kids; I am figuring out Hangouts Meetings so my AP Lit classes (like 75 kids!) can meet and discuss Matthew Arnold's "Dover Beach"; I am posting Google Doc's on Google Classroom so the AP Language kids can write an essay analyzing a letter Abigail Adams wrote her son in the 1770s.
And I can do it all in sweat pants and sweat shirts. I don't even have to brush my teeth (although my dad, rest his dentist bones, would disapprove), and I don't have to wait for the bell to ring to dash to the "restroom." And I can eat chocolate the whole damn day if I feel like it.
I should be sooooooo happy.
But I'm not. I miss the kids, those sneaky, lazy, show-offy, loud-mouthed, complaining teenagers that I have faced for 36 years. (I even have a student in 10th grade whose father I had about 25 years ago -- the kid is failing English, alas.)
And the kids miss school; it's the center of their social life. As some of the college acceptances come in, instead of a great big hug, they get a great big ---- email.
My dog, on the other hand, has never been happier. I am around all day!!!
holly
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