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I’m a Teacher and I Don’t Know What to Expect This Year Either

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By Stacey Howell

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No, I don’t know what school will look like this fall.

Will my kids have to wear masks?

Am I going to have to keep doing this online learning thing?

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What are you all going to do about buses?

No.

I can’t answer these questions.

Yes, I’m a teacher. But no, I don’t know.

The fact is nobody knows what state we will be in when August comes.

One thing I do know.

They may not be able to eat in the cafeteria, but they will eat.

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They may not be able to go to enrichment classes, but I will add these things in my already busy school day.

They may not be able to share supplies, but I will make sure they have what they need.

They may have to wear masks, but they will see the smile in my eyes each day.

They may have to stay home with a low-grade fever, but I will do my best to catch them up.

I may not be able to hug them, but I will show them love. Every day.

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No matter what school looks like in the fall, I will still do everything in my power to be a teacher your child deserves.

Sincerely,
Every teacher

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