I remember the last time someone touched me. It was in Giant on Thursday, March 12. I was pushing my shopping cart around Giant, dodging people while frantically tossing products into my cart in anticipation of holing up. "Excuse me," I said to an older woman who was blocking my path. She didn't move. I repeated myself. She startled and then turned around and placed her hand on mine. I recoiled as she patted me and apologized for not hearing me.
I could use a hug.
At the beginning of today, only 2 of 14 students had made any progress on their outlines. I was feeling hopeless, worried I was going to lose track of them, but they all showed up for their conferences having tried to prepare a little bit. Many of them are writing about Coronavirus. We talked about this chart. It made me sort of sick when I read the stark numbers of people expected to die.
My phone buzzed shrilly to tell me that Virginia's stay-at-home order came today.
I could use a hug.
At the beginning of today, only 2 of 14 students had made any progress on their outlines. I was feeling hopeless, worried I was going to lose track of them, but they all showed up for their conferences having tried to prepare a little bit. Many of them are writing about Coronavirus. We talked about this chart. It made me sort of sick when I read the stark numbers of people expected to die.
My phone buzzed shrilly to tell me that Virginia's stay-at-home order came today.
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