The end of the school year was very, very strange for this teacher librarian. We left school on a Thursday night. I had just started a book fair. We had a Family Bingo Night event going on. In between the four corners and the blackout round, the school system announced we would be moving to digital learning. Tons of phones going off with the texted news. Thankfully, we had been practicing for something like this…a snow day here and there. No problem.
Never would I have imagined that we would go through 42 digital learning days before finally calling the school year over. Endless Zoom meetings, Google Meets, video lessons, double checking teacher pages, responding to student discussion posts. It was exhausting. It was annoying. It was boring. It seemed it would never end. As of last week, we are finally done.
The school year is over, but I didn’t get the sweet satisfaction of celebrating with the kids. No “high fives” with the little ones who had finally learned to read. No “Thank you, Miss Dr. Friese” from the kiddos who loved finding their favorite book series. No cheering kids on at field day. No smiles and waves as the 5th graders walked their triumphant parade through the hallways on their last day, Pomp and Circumstance piped on loop through the intercom system. No final send off of the buses, waves and tears as we jump into summer.
Instead, we donned our masks and gloves and handed out their belongings and all the end of year “stuff” in large white plastic bags. Pop the minivan trunk so we don’t risk touching. Wave through the windows at the little ones we haven’t seen in months. Many kids didn’t even come to pick their items up.
It is a dull, aching sadness I can’t really describe. An emptiness. The main reason I came to work each day stopped coming to school. The kids. The energy from their smiles, the goofy misbehavior, watching the kids grow, it all stopped. I loved seeing their videos in lessons and missed their personalities, but it wasn’t the same. I wondered (and still do): are they ok? are they reading? do they have enough to eat? are they safe?
In a strange twist, my library was also scheduled for renovation this summer. So in the middle of this slow-motion mess, I had to take the entire collection off the shelves and pack it away. In some ways it was good, since I had more time to take care of it than if I were teaching up to the last day. But the sight of the shelves, bare and dusty, just added to the sadness of it all. Someone said it looked lonely in there. Yes, more lonely than you know.
A school building without the kids is just a shell. It has no soul, no life.
Summer break is ready to begin. I will spend part of it putting the media center back together after the renovation is done. I am hoping we go back to school on time, and I want to be sure the library is all ready for students from day one. Budget cuts will bring new challenges for me. But as long as the students come back, we will figure it out. Sure, we made it through digital learning. But a school without kids is lonely. For teachers like me, there is just no substitute.