Ha ha. This is the online English class my daughter must complete to graduate from high school. I thought she had perfect vision going into it. Maybe it was more like….I had a vision for her. The plan: study digital media at a trade school in the morning, drive 50 miles back home to serve lunch to high school students, go to drama class and LDS seminary, train for swim team, be a student body office, and last but not least, complete e-20/20. She did all of these….. until some shoes fell from the sky and hit her in the head landing her in Camp Procrastination. Now she finds herself feeling like a ZERO, eating onions and digging herself out of one helava helamonster hole which she occupies with one Stanley Yelnates. ONLY 250 + perfectly executed quizzes to go over the next 70 wonderful whopping school days. She is not happy these days.
Today my students learned about the US Constitution, and branches and roles of government. I had a fake Declaration of Indepence, purchased in Philadelphia, at the Constitution Hall gift shop. We read and wrote retells, asked questions and interpreted a bar graph that showed percentages of voter turn-out for US Presidential elections over the last fifty years. The big IDEA being, that voters elect a President every four years and the next election will be e-2020. “Do you think “he” will build the wall?” asked one child. Do you think “he” will build the pipeline at White Rock?” asks another. I shrug. ” I think the pipeline is ongoing,” and then I produce a pewter Colonial dollar-piece purchased at Valley Forge ten years ago. The coin is cut into about 20 pie piece slivers. “That’s fractions for you!” I add. Before I know it the day has turned to night. It’s time for bed. In a few sleepless hours it will be e20:20, or time to make the morning drive to school to teach another 8:20 a.m. math lesson on time conversions. No telling what treasures await us at the little school on the ledges.
I say my prayers, including one for my brother in law who had a laser eye procedure today to restore his eyesight to e-20/20. All of this e-20/20 business is freaky. I half expect to see Richard Quinonez walking through my front door questioning, “What would you do if you were asked to be the next elementary Art teacher?” Then my burley-okie pal shows up in a puff off magic smoke and yells from the dreamscape, ” Get it in writing, Rosie!” and she paints the pink and purple, peeky-shoulder mural for goodness sake!”
I wonder if I will ever sleep again. At 3 am, I’m up, fully grateful for bookmaking classes, STEM, and diagrams of fourth grade fossils. It won’t be long til Spring equinox, and not long after that …. the sleep of Summer! Yay! Just you try to trump that!