It's more than just being tired of being stuck in the house. It's more than just missing my students. It's more than just frustration that not all of my students are turning in work or are even able to turn work in. It's more than annoyance at having to ride herd on my own kids to get their school work done each day. It's more than just ennui that keeps me from getting my grading done. It's more than severe disgust in my fellow human beings who put their own needs above those of others. It's more than just the uncertainty that surrounds my school year. It's more than just the endless ugliness from people on social media. It's more than just the ten + pounds I've gained in the five weeks we've been home. It's more than just wanting answers about how I'm going to assess and give grades to students who have been working under less than ideal conditions for half their semester. It's more than just trying to figure out what might happen if we go back to school and endanger our families and friends. It's more than just worrying about my health and the health of my family. It's more than just a need to eat food that I haven't cooked myself. It's more than wanting to send my kids out to play with their friends for their sake and for mine. It's more than wishing spring would solidify itself with nicer weather because I'm tired of snow.
It's more.
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