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It seems like the days pass more slowly. Outside my window, dusk is falling, under my faint and tired eyes after a long day in front of the computer’s screen, wishing for the day when I could return to the classroom.

I’m one of those teachers who value their students, of those born to soak-in the buzz and noise, and who enjoy teaching, nearly in a child-like way, those who listen and love to be listened to. Or at least that’s what some of my kids tell me.

But now, same as five million people in the world, I find myself prisoner in my own house, far from my “home”, far from my “children”, the children I was given “in adoption” thanks to my profession. Those who many times, among cries and pleas, end the day with a thank-you and a hug.

There are many of us who face reality in the classroom and understand there are many paradigms and social barriers concerning the teaching tasks and we have to learn how to teach using digital resources, and the tedious planning of the virtual lessons. The secretarial task of revising literally thousands of emails at the end of the day, is stealing, somehow, part of my life; the same life which before COVID-19 was victim of criticism, indifference and loneliness, but today we miss it from the depths of our souls.

We can only wait, continue to educate and invite all our students to value and see the school as that place where until a few months ago was making us the happiest people on the planet. This planet we took for granted and only now we understand its value.