An envelope for every student. A packet from every teacher for each envelope. Every teacher prepared two weeks of daily plans, along with supplemental materials. Just under a thousand students. Just under a thousand envelopes ready to be picked up or delivered. A middle school transformed into a strange version of a factory.
A new world? Hopefully not. Just a brief glimpse into a world that I hope will never come to pass. I write that as I sit here, wondering how to use the technology that most (but not all) of my students can access. How to balance the worksheet hell that lies inside those envelopes? The worksheets that are the outward manifestation of a pedagogy that I have successfully resisted. Until now. Now the only consistent communication I have with my students is through the worksheets in those envelopes.
It is a thin, thin thread that connects us now.