Thoughts but no structure yet
I have Thoughts (yes, witha capital T), but they are not yet very clear. About teaching. About what this experience is asking me to do as a teacher. About how I cannot offer certainty to my students; there is no fixed, stable ground, because All Of This keeps shifting the world we once knew.
I will probably sit with them for a bit longer, and see if anything turns into a post at some point later. But not tonight.
Today I read about the Korean War, and I now keep thinking of how all these “brave” people who somehow got through it, or escaped from the North or saved a fellow soldier, how all of these people were just doing what they thought was right. No grand gestures. No desire for being called a hero, or for a medal. Just a human who probably was very scared, or too scarred to remember that in the moment they must have been scared. When I teach, I like to include those voices, from people who come as close as possible to normal people, like you and I. Not the big decision makers, but people who just tried to live their life in peace and quiet, in times that often were anything but peaceful or quiet.
I wonder what the stories are that we will tell about our own lives. Whose voices will be heard and read? Remember you can contribute your story to the Omeka site “A Journal of the Plague Year: An Archive of Covid19”. Make a future historian happy.