Is it tired in here? Or is that just me?
School started.
I started school.
I’m on campus with (very full) classes of sophomores, sweet and eager and fully masked every day. We are not socially distanced. Not by a long shot. But we’re safely masked up and all facing forward and sanitizing the life out of every possible surface.
Do they hate their masks? Well, kind of. But they wear them anyway. Because the nuisance of masking is nothing compared to the serious pain in the neck-parts that their 4th term was last year.
We’re holding football games (but I’ve not been to one — I have an insider who tells me the highlights).
We’re planning a HoCo dance. Yeah, really. That one I’m in charge of, so I’ll be there. With 800-900 sweaty kids. In masks. On the football field. In sections. With colored wristbands to keep them within the proper yardlines.
As tired as that whole affair makes me, I’m glad to give the kids ways to make memories. They’ve shown they can (and will) be compliant to rules and regulations. We’re moving forward with more opportunity as they stay safe and healthy.