A little after noon, I unexpectedly found myself guiding a team of adults to stuff over four hundred folders with work we had planned, drafted, printed, and copied all in the last three days.
The adults gathered had been unexpectedly plucked from their regular work to help, no questions asked, yet so many questions hung in the air.
Our conference room quickly became a factory that spilled out into the hall as people worked together to get this work done in record time. What had once felt surreal was now imminent.
When I left the conference room to check on some last minute copies being made, I expected the frenzied feeling to have trickled out to the rest of the building as news of an indefinite closure spread.
But I quickly realized that the frenzy was contained and the rest of the school appeared to be operating mostly business as usual.
As I passed by a few first grade classrooms, I looked in to see one class working on telling time and another teacher doing a read aloud. Upstairs, in fourth grade, kids were gathered on the rug, talking about things they could do while home and a fifth grade class seemed to be working in partnerships on a project.
I work with rock stars, I thought to myself.
As the world seems to be unraveling, our teachers and staff remained calm so that our kids could remain calm.
This whole crazy experience has left me feeling so proud of our school community. The indefinite closure has me feeling sad, but hopeful for all the ways our community will band together in these uncertain times.