Virtual school, or as I call it, volatile mood swings

Virtual school, or as I call it, copious stress eating

Virtual school, or as I call it, screaming into a pillow

Virtual school, or as I call it, there is no god

Virtual school, or as I call it, daily lighting my to-do list afire

Virtual school, or as a child said to the teacher, “I clicked on your face and it didn’t work.”

Virtual school, or as I call it, where early childhood education goes to die

Virtual school, or as I call it, social reproduction is the most important, time-consuming, and difficult form of labor.

Virtual school, or as my child told me about the teacher “It’s nice that technology is finally working for her...but who knows for how long.”

Virtual school, or as a child shouted when the teacher was reading a story about how to control the flow of a river, “dammit dammit dammit!”

Virtual school, or as the teacher responded, “no, not that kind of ‘damn.’”

Virtual school, or as a child told the teacher, “I like dogs because I was watching a video where a guy was trying to steal a kid and a dog stopped him.”

Virtual school, or as a teacher told the class, “I would definitely rather have pizza than the FBI.”

Virtual school, or as I call it, the 3-hour but 24,000-minute work day

Virtual school, or as my child just informed the class, “my dog’s birthday is the day before my mom’s.”

Virtual school, or as a child shared in the morning greeting, “I’m thankful for my dad, because he spoils me, and for my mom, because she gave birth to me.”

Virtual school, or as a child just scolded the teacher, “don’t say ‘it’ again, because ‘it’ is Pennywise’s name, and Pennywise is a killer clown!”