The semester is now underway, and underway again after the break, so it feels real now. Students in my class seemed happy to be in class, chatting with each other. They all wore masks without comment.
My colleagues seem happy as well; a few have medical authorization to teach remotely, but most folks are back in the classroom.
The big change over classes last year is that there's no social distancing; rooms are packed at their old capacities. We're all used to wearing masks now, so that's easy. But with the delta variant, I think we're all a bit worried. I am, anyway.
I walk by the special high muckety muck parking lot every day, in and out from my further parking area. Not one day yet in the semester has the provost's car been in their place. I wonder what's up with that? But really, it's not the sort of thing I can ask. I just assume it's special rules for special people, and eff the rest of us who need to be in person.
The headmaster's car is in his special place today, but wasn't most of last week. And the others are mostly empty. I dislike the muckety mucks more and more as their exercise of privilege is more and mover visible to me. (And the dislike is mostly about their insistence that we peons all teach in person, and their deep resistance to allowing people to get medical exemptions this semester. If they were fine with us choosing how to teach, I'd shrug off their own situations. But I have colleagues who are at risk and still teaching face to face.)
And now, back to class prep!
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