Punchy Protagonist

Small town summers are made around it.  Prizes are won and lost at it. Chris Ledoux and Tim McGraw sang songs about it. That's right. I have survived another year of the county fair. Ever since I was a young tike, I have loved the county fair. When I was younger, I longed to show my cattle, walk around the bright midway lights with my friends, listen to my Papaw's stories of past adventures and vehicles at the car show, and crawl up on the family wagon that we parked arena-side to cheer on the annual PRCA rodeo.  These are parts of the county fair I still enjoy, but they are a little different now.  I watch the same excited and anxious looks I had on the junior's faces as I help them get ready for the livestock show. I cheer them on from the sidelines and offer help and guidance when needed. Instead of getting to miss school, I am now responsible for the ones that do. My family and I show in the open show, a one-night appearance of friendly competition fit in between busy...

I haven’t posted lately, and honestly I haven’t known quite what to post. Every day I wake up with a new feeling about the current situation we all seem to be in. I have trouble getting all those thoughts and feelings into something coherent that I can actually write out with any remanence of finesse. Tonight, however, I went to my classroom. I just went to get some things to bring home. It is a different situation than the last time I was in there. The last time I was there, I was frantically trying to print off AMI work and was still in the dark about whether or not my classroom would get any use before the end of the term. Tonight, my classroom was the same as ever but now the situation is completely different. When I say that my classroom was the same as ever, I mean it looks the same as the day I left it in March. Chromebooks were still out on the tables, abandoned for weeks, just like my students set them on the table to go to their next classes not 5 minutes prior. Notebooks...