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Sep. 19th, 2020 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evening_tsarIt was naïve of me to think the Covid Chaos wouldn't nab me as well. But the first week of classes has been for me, as everyone else, a clusterfuck (and how long I have been waiting to use THAT noun in a sentence!).
I suppose I'm being characteristically melodramatic - I mustn't compare my situation to anyone who actually has to face a room full of potential pediatric pandemicians. But chaos has indeed crept into my little soap-bubble of tranquility.
I have been asked to return to the real world and confront plague couriers, partially because the rooms are large and conducive to social distancing, partially because I could use the cash, partially because I know the possible pupil is singular in nature, and from previous preference, probably take to Covid-Restrictions like a foot to a sock. Mostly though, it was the realization that I was beginning to forget how to deal with flesh and blood people and beginning to grow complacent in my computerized world. We can't have that.
The single biggest headache has to be simple time-tabling. Every client wants the same slot. There are very few slots available. The constant switching, negotiation, juggling, is a pain.
Then there is the realization that almost all the pupils in my younger cohort are returnees, meaning I will be able to reuse NONE of the materials I so painstakingly gathered last term. I'm back to the bad-old days of racking my brains for new shit.
It is going to be a stressful term.
I suppose I'm being characteristically melodramatic - I mustn't compare my situation to anyone who actually has to face a room full of potential pediatric pandemicians. But chaos has indeed crept into my little soap-bubble of tranquility.
I have been asked to return to the real world and confront plague couriers, partially because the rooms are large and conducive to social distancing, partially because I could use the cash, partially because I know the possible pupil is singular in nature, and from previous preference, probably take to Covid-Restrictions like a foot to a sock. Mostly though, it was the realization that I was beginning to forget how to deal with flesh and blood people and beginning to grow complacent in my computerized world. We can't have that.
The single biggest headache has to be simple time-tabling. Every client wants the same slot. There are very few slots available. The constant switching, negotiation, juggling, is a pain.
Then there is the realization that almost all the pupils in my younger cohort are returnees, meaning I will be able to reuse NONE of the materials I so painstakingly gathered last term. I'm back to the bad-old days of racking my brains for new shit.
It is going to be a stressful term.
