Remote School Confessions

By Madigan Kent

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Clementine was minding her business one morning, when she logged in typing "D" instead of "L" and accidentally landed into the wrong virtual classroom.

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Many children would have logged out right away. A remote meeting with not 1 but 11 familiar school authorities was enough to scare anyone. But not Clementine. She stayed and listened. . .

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"Hi Guys" "Hi Milton" "You know, I'm really beginning to miss the little gremlins messing with my facilities. What's the point of cleaning if there is no-one to undo all my hard work? It's like there's no point at all." He sniffled into his coffee.

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"Ohhh" wailed Wilma into her computer. "Why can't they find their pencils, their pens, their erasers, their white boards, their counting cubes, their reading logs, their anything at alls??? Do I need to go door to door and tape their school supplies to their desks? It's all too much." She grabbed a tissue and began to pat her cheeks.

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Then spoke Mr. Burpee. Either his camera was upside down or he was hanging upside down getting some exercise during the group. Either way, he looked ready to share. "My muscle madness is turning to muscle sadness. Everyone nodded. The whole group seemed to relate.

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"This counseling station needs a vacation," cried Ms. Aruba from the Counseling Office.

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Then Mr. Mojito cross-talked, which was against group rules. "Oh, I don't know what everyone is complaining about. You just need some fresh air and sun." It was plain as day to see - he was laying in a hammock somewhere warm. Mr. Mojito seemed to sense his group-mates judgement, or jealousy, he wasn't sure. "What?" he shrugged. "I like to teach from West Palm Beach." Proof Copy: Not optimized for high quality printing or digital distribution

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Mrs. Sponge broke the awkward silence. "When I'm not with 'em, I don't miss 'em." The other Mrs. Sponge disagreed. "I'd cook with CHEER if they we're here." Thirty years in the lunchroom together, and they agreed about nothing.

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"Pandemic teachings' got me eating!" Confessed Ms. Cookie.

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"I sometimes TOOT when I'm on mute," shared Mr. Bongo from Music.

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"When it don't show'z, I pick my nose" admitted Ms. Boogie.

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"ENOUGH! You are all disgusting" Cried Mrs. Rodriguez. This was her third CCC meeting and she hadn't found the kind of pandemic-remoteteaching-support she was looking for.

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Everyone grew silent.

"HARK, Something wicked this way comes!"

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"Oh my stars!"

"clementine claudilia crumpkis!!!

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"I Don't Really pick my nose!"

"when did you get here?"

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The End

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