100 days
We got an email today that Fletcher will soon be celebrating the 100th day of school. When I read that email I was overcome by a wave of memories. I remembered sitting in Fletcher’s room on the early days of the school year that came to him via screen. I remember his teacher talking about counting up to 100 and placing straws in calendar placeholders. Planning for the days ahead of them. 100 days of school is normally worthy of celebration, but this year we should have a parade. A float for the virtual kids. A float for the hybrid kids. A float for the in person kids. A float for the parents. And the Grand Marshals at the end — our educators. And lining the streets?- all of us. This year has been so.. nope, not going to say it, I won’t say unprecedented. Doh! I said it. You hear it everywhere and it’s easy to say. A friend pointed out the other day that word is a trigger and I couldn’t agree more. This past year had been unlike anything we’ve seen before and I hope unlike