A Question Poem: The Lament of an Online Teacher

Who would have thought that after 35 years in education I would be teaching online?

How can I manage all of the moving parts, including the squares on the screen as children move in and out of the Google Meet?

How can I get to know the student who hides behind his camera and never speaks?

What about the two or three who only want to chat about other things during our precious time online?

When will I get enough sleep?

How can I make sure that I don’t assume negative intent and give the benefit of the doubt instead?

How do I keep my students front and centre of everything I do?

When will I get enough sleep?

Where is the share button?

How come I can’t open this Google Doc?

Did you forget to make us editors again?

Are you muted again, Sra. Waingort?

How can I help my daughter overcome her shyness?

Do you think he’s copping an attitude?

Is anyone out there?

Cross posted to the Two Writing Teachers Tuesday Slice of Life Story Challenge.

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