My colleagues and I spent the bulk of this week preparing for the coming semester, which starts on Monday. I found it difficult to ignore the perfunctory manner in which everyone completed their tasks during this time. The endless emails about possible scenarios if the birdemic happened to hit and the utter lack of students on the campus certainly didn't help bolster anyone's enthusiasm. By midweek I was totally drained. Who knew going through the motions could be so exhausting?
I have no real talent for prediction (or anything else for that matter), but I get the distinct sense the semester will be interrupted in much the same way the previous semester was.
I never believed things would return to normal after the lockdown ended; after this week, I am positively convinced normal will never return. On top of that, the few things that do appear normal may actually be nothing more than an elaborate 'going through the motions.' One day these motions may stop altogether.
What follows afterward is anyone's guess.
I have no real talent for prediction (or anything else for that matter), but I get the distinct sense the semester will be interrupted in much the same way the previous semester was.
I never believed things would return to normal after the lockdown ended; after this week, I am positively convinced normal will never return. On top of that, the few things that do appear normal may actually be nothing more than an elaborate 'going through the motions.' One day these motions may stop altogether.
What follows afterward is anyone's guess.
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