Glazed eyes upon a flimsy piece of paper.The thin, fickle texture telling me mathematical questions.A subject filling my soul with apathy. “Two plus two equals fourjust as two times two,”the teacher’s voice drones onto the uniformed class of glazed eyes. My vacant eyes try to clingto the firm, green chalkboard.And the white figures dancing as ...

This has been a hard year.  It has been a strange year. COVID-19 has turned America upside down, held the country by the ankles, and shook out all feelings of control. The school year ended badly. Students were unceremoniously thrust into the realm of remote learning unprepared, unwanted, and unanticipated. As we look forward to ...