My kids are starting their fall semester tomorrow. What a lousy excuse for a summer this has been. I mean, I am extremely grateful that no one in our family has gotten sick yet. We have friends who have lost family members to COVID. But looking at this through a nine-year-old's eyes, summer has come and gone and we've done basically nothing. No road trips. No playing with friends except through video (with the doors shut tight and blankets stuffed in the cracks because heaven help them if their un-cool parents heard them PLAYING). In the grand scheme of things, we're ridiculously lucky, but I compare this summer to mine when I was a kid, hanging out with the cousins at my grandma's house, making Papa furious when he discovered we'd been using his prize Bartlett pears as projectile weapons in a game of "war..." They're awfully lonesome. They are coping remarkably well, but they are so much sadder than they were a year ago.
So, I'm signing off on "parent of guardian" on half a dozen syllabus and other forms from teachers and admins. Thank goodness the city government and school districts are more frightened of COVID than the idiots at the capitol. We're doing all school work online for at least the first six weeks. Officially, after that, face to face or online both become "options." I predict an armed revolt will come first. All the teachers and parents I've talked to are terrified of the possibility of face-to-face classes beginning before vaccinations have taken place.
But one of the forms coming across my email is an update on special education. And it strikes me all over again how strange it is that, in Texas at least, the gifted and talented program has been lumped under special education for children with disabilities. Is that what my kids are to the state? Disabled? Is that what intelligence and creativity are now? I'm probably over-reacting, but it just got under my skin all over again how disdainful this country is of people with the unmitigated gall to have been born with half a brain on their shoulders.
Oh well. I hope you all are being as safe as you can, out there. I'm trying not to watch the casualty list climb. I've done everything I can think to do not to be part of the problem. Waiting for this country to regain its senses is like watching a car crash in slow motion.