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One of the hardest things about emergency remote teaching was trying to reassure my students when I was falling apart. Sudden bouts of crying, fears that my husband was going to die, concerns that I was going to get sick, stress about my kids' schoolwork and health. It was hard.
As we move ever closer to fall, teachers and administrators have to ask themselves if they really had time to heal. To grieve. To mourn. Our lives have been upended and yet we plow forth. How do we mitigate the emotional, physical and mental harm while we're hurtling forward?
And my concern is...will we ever really recover? My parents grew up in post-war Korea. I saw the damage and the trauma. How will we fix this?
As the number of cases rise, so many students, teachers, administrators and their families are suffering. The fear is debilitating. When the economy crashes and debts are due at the end of the summer, it will be catastrophic. So much to think about. https://www.huffpost.com/entry/queens-new-york-school-kids-coronavirus_n_5ef4f067c5b63220fcca2919?ncid=engmodushpmg00000003
