Tag: school

  • It’s back to school time, so let’s teleport together

    It’s back to school time, so let’s teleport together

    The school year’s about to start. Today is a Sunday before many schools begin session.. others happen next week…

    The change is here.
    You can feel it.

    Even if you’re not the one carrying a book bag and lunch box anymore, there’s something about this time of year that still gets into your bones. The air changes. That first crisp edge eventually replaces the heavy summer heat. Evenings come a little sooner. Somewhere in the distance, there’s the faint glow of Friday night lights.

    It’s like the world is quietly telling you it is again time to turn the page.

    Starting school was always a rite of passage. New shoes, fresh notebooks, the awkward excitement of seeing who ended up in your classes. Adults now join in by posting their kids’ schedules and seeing who what other kids share the same homeroom as theirs.. and the photos on the first day blanket the socials…

    Fall itself is wrapped itself around it all—cool mornings, leaves crunching under shoes, the smell of sharpened pencils and pumpkin spice everywhere.. memories come back so easily you can almost hear the hum of the fluorescent lights in the hallway of your own school..

    Nostalgia..
    It’s warm. It’s familiar. But like I’ve said before—it’s a little like pulling a blanket out of the dryer only to realize it’s still damp. Comforting for only a moment and then the warmth vanishes and you are left with something very different than how it started..

    Our minds edit the past into highlight reels, cutting out the awkward moments, the bad grades, the stress. We remember the best parts and forget that life was never as flawless as the memory makes it seem.

    Sometimes, we try to go back—not physically, but mentally. Mental “teleporting.” Close your eyes. Block out the present. Let yourself drift to a hallway you once walked, a mall you once wandered, a crisp fall night under the stadium lights. Picture every detail—the way the air smelled, the sound of shoes on the floor, the weight of the backpack on your shoulder. If you let yourself sink into it, your brain can almost convince you you’re there again.

    I guess it can be healing for a bit..
    But here’s the danger—stay there too long, and the present starts to fade. You risk getting so wrapped up in what was that you stop paying attention to what is. Nostalgia can be a bridge, but it can also be a trap and a curse into oblivion..

    So use it wisely.
    Take the trip in your mind when you need to remember who you are, or to feel the spark of a time when things seemed simpler. But then—open your eyes. Look around. Notice the smell of this fall’s air, the sound of these streets, the people who are part of this chapter.

    Because here’s the truth—one day, right now will be the moment you’re trying to teleport back to.
    And when that day comes, you’ll wish you’d really been here for it.

  • The Lockdown Generation Is Coming to a Classroom Near You

    The Lockdown Generation Is Coming to a Classroom Near You

    Cue the morning bell. Cue the fluorescent lights. Cue the shadows.

    Starting this month (maybe even now depending on when you read this), across the United States, something unprecedented will happen.

    A generation of children — born during one of the strangest chapters in modern history — will walk into kindergarten classrooms for the first time. They were conceived in isolation, delivered in silence, and swaddled in uncertainty. They are the COVID kids. The lockdown babies. The pandemic generation.

    They don’t remember the trauma. But they were raised by it.

    And now, teachers, already battle-tested by Gen Z, numbed by Gen Alpha, and drained by a thousand daily bureaucratic fires, are bracing for the unveiling.

    When the bell rings and those little shadows begin filling the halls under the flicker of cold fluorescent light, no one really knows what to expect. These kids weren’t just born into a pandemic. They were shaped by it.

    Some early studies suggested they’d have communication delays. Some TikTok teachers swear they’re smarter. Others say they’re quieter, more well-behaved. But the truth is no one really knows. There hasn’t been enough research. There hasn’t been enough time.

    These kids were born into a world that kept its face covered..literally. Their first years were filled with masked expressions, muffled words, and Zoom screens. Their parents were anxious, unemployed, essential, depressed, distracted .. or all of the above. Some of these children were born into warm homes with love, attention, and time. Others were born into chaos. Into neglect. Into trauma.

    And trauma doesn’t disappear just because a child doesn’t remember it. Trauma seeps. It lingers in rooms. It shapes the way caregivers speak, hold, feed, and raise. The lockdown generation didn’t just inherit a new world. They were forged in its uncertainty.

    They don’t need to be taught how to use technology, they were practically born with a Wi-Fi signal in the womb. They swipe before they speak. They know how to pause YouTube before they know how to tie their shoes. They understand digital language innately, but will they understand each other?

    This isn’t about fear mongering, it’s about the unknown.

    What does a generation raised by people in crisis look like once they enter society en masse?

    What happens when 3.5 million tiny humans, the first full wave of post-pandemic babies, walk into kindergarten rooms for the first time, and teachers look at them not knowing what to expect?

    The millennials grew up cynical. Gen Z grew up online. Gen Alpha is growing up desensitized.

    And now comes the lockdown generation — born in fear, raised in masks, and possibly… surprisingly brilliant. Or broken. Or both.

    And like any good horror story, the scariest part isn’t the monster you can see.

    It’s the one quietly sitting in the circle rug, glue stick in hand, looking up at you with wide eyes… while you wonder what kind of world shaped them before they could ever speak back.




    I spoke to a teacher just last week — someone who’s been in the game for 25 years. She’s seen it all: the compliant kids, the curious ones, the class clowns, the kids with chaos in their eyes. She told me she’s nervous. Not because she’s burned out (though honestly, who wouldn’t be by now?), but because she’s watching something shift.

    She said she’s seen three wildly different generations move through her classroom. But Generation Alpha, she claims, is the most distracted and — in her words — the “least controllable.” Now, sure, maybe that’s a teacher who’s seen one too many snack wrappers smuggled into Chromebooks. But I trust her. She’s not dramatic. She’s grounded. And if she’s saying she’s worried about this next wave.. this lockdown generation ..then I think it’s worth paying attention.

    Will these kids even be into sports? Or will that feel too slow for their dopamine-fueled brains? They’ve already had screens in their faces since birth. They’ve been swimming in pop culture longer than they’ve been walking. They’ve likely absorbed a ton of information, too .. let’s not forget, during the lockdowns, a lot of well-meaning parents panic-purchased every educational app in existence trying to make up for closed preschools. Maybe these kids are actually going to blow us away with their knowledge, their vocabularies, their ability to navigate tech like tiny coders in Velcro sneakers.

    But there’s something weird happening culturally.

    See, kids have always lived in the moment, that’s nothing new. But this generation? They seem to have no reference point for what came before. There’s no nostalgia pipeline. No reruns. No channel surfing through time. When we were kids, you’d turn on the TV and accidentally land on a show from 20 years ago. Boom! An instant education in the past. But now? Streaming is a filter bubble. The oldest thing some of these kids have seen is The Office… and even Friends practically ancient lore to them.

    Millennials grew up with Full House, Happy Days, and The Wonder Years reruns.. shows that gave us a sense of history, even if it was sugarcoated. Generation X grew up under the weight of the past, with the ghost of Vietnam in every TV drama and punk album. But these kids? They don’t know what came before… and more importantly, no one is showing them.

    If someone made The Wonder Years today, it would be set in 2005. Wrap your head around that. The Iraq War. The dawn of Facebook. The tail end of MySpace. The strange, hazy period right after 9/11 when everything was weird, tense, and deeply uncertain. Honestly, maybe someone should make that version of The Wonder Years. Because kids today have no idea what that era felt like and no clear path to understanding it.



    So here we are. August. The calm before the academic storm. Teachers are polishing up their lesson plans, Wi-Fi routers are warming up like engines, and smartboards are flickering to life. And soon, 3.5 million children born in the isolation of a global crisis will fill classrooms across America.

    Will they be resilient? Will they be fragile? Will they be brilliant? Broken? Beautiful?

    Or something altogether new?

    The truth is, no one knows. Not the teachers. Not the psychologists. Not the parents. Not even the kids themselves. Because this generation wasn’t shaped by the world, it was shaped by the pause in the world. And whatever was born in that silence… is about to speak.

    Are we ready to listen?

  • The horror weekend before school

    The horror weekend before school

    Saturday night. The final burst of childhood freedom and stress free hours for parents. Sunday shopping better occur if you didn’t already.

    Morning bus schedules in full swing Monday.

    It is the best of times and the worst of times..

    These images from Nightmare on Elm Street part 2 always bring back that nostalgic horror of the final weekend of summer ..

  • School returns: Children now partake in the grand experiment

    School returns: Children now partake in the grand experiment

    Doesn’t it seem that we’re just venturing into a great experiment with our youth? This idea for the entire year that COVID-19 would not spread amongst them will now be tested.

    And already schools and colleges are seeing little flareups that could lead to bigger outbreaks.

    Despite parents across the nation and even world hoping for a “normal school year” that Hope will dwindle with each new classroom and each new case.

    I have my own son beginning school this week, the reality of this grand experiment is heading home. I have relatives in college, as most likely to you..

    The social norms of yesterday had become the repugnant future and present day.

    The virus did and just “go away.“ And most likely will not, some experts say that COVID-19 will still be here flaring in 2021 and even 2022..

    But!

    One school year at a time…

    Hopes and prayers for a year filled with joy, education, and health.

    But trepidations of the year filled with chaos, sickness, and darkness.

    Let’s hope that the light wins over the darkness during the grand experiment: The school year of 20-21..