Well another week of being in limbo rolls past. I feel like we are in a holding pattern, waiting to all get our lives back. But, the burning question is, what will those lives look like?
I do not have the head space for philosophising this week, just nuts and bolts today.
The Teacher Only Day we had planned for Monday 31 August has been cancelled. Three reasons. Firstly, we may still be at level 3 and the facilitators we engaged need to know earlier rather than later. Secondly, there is so much stress surrounding our Covid 19 situation, teachers just do not have the headspace to take on any new learning and put it into practise. Once the children are back at school, I know that they all just want to get on with the basics. Thirdly, I am very sure that not many of you would be happy to have your children home for another day!
The winter field day for years 5, 6 children has been cancelled. More details will be sent home once we are back at school.
I am doing a plug for the Magnificent Kids school holiday programme. The holidays are just 5 weeks away. I urge you to consider this for your children. I know that Monique, who has (like so many of us) lost income during the two lockdowns and we do not want her after school care programme to cease. Please contact Monique early to get details.
At this stage, the Quiz Night is still going to happen. We all need a chance to let our hair down! See details in this newsletter.
Children have been emailing their work to me during lockdown. It is just so great to connect with them. I read this story by William Jacka in room 6, year 5 this morning and I just have to share it with you. It is about our favourite person at the moment, Ashley Bloomfield.
The Mighty Ashley Bloomfield and his Lost Hand Sanitiser
The cold icy wind whipped at the huge doors of the Beehive in Wellington. Inside, Dr Ashley Bloomfield was getting ready to walk to a meeting to decide how much longer they should keep New Zealand in level 4 lockdown. He walked down the long corridor, his footsteps echoing off the walls of the beehive Pausing at the door to the press conference room he reached for the hand sanitiser but he realised the familiar heavy weight of his big bottle was gone. He felt his heart beat faster as he frantically searched his body for his precious hand sanitiser. Where was it? Had he left it behind? Or had someone taken it? Had he dropped it? There was no hand sanitiser at the door either.
Hearing the unsettled murmur of the waiting journalists behind the door he decided to head in to face the hungry media, but without his precious hand sanitiser to protect him from Covid germs. His glasses began to fog over as he got angry in desperation to find his precious sanitiser but he had to pretend everything was okay. While Jacinda was talking to the hungry media, beads of sweat began to pour down his face and his suit jacket stuck to his sweaty back.
Dr Bloomfield could not take it anymore. He erupted in anger like a hot lava spewing volcano that had been asleep for many years and had suddenly woken. Interrupting Jacinda, turning to her and pointing his finger he boomed “Where’s my hand sanitiser? I know you have it”. Usually calm, Jacinda was beginning to get more agitated as he shouted in front of millions of New Zealanders. Her normally toothy smile transformed into a mean scowl and she shouted “I hope you are not accusing me of stealing!” Dr Bloomfield’s anger had no bounds and he just kept accusing and accusing her and didn’t listen to her answer.
With all his enraged shouting he didn’t realise a reporter in the crowded media room was holding up his hand not only to get Dr Bloomfield’s attention but also to show him something. Dr Bloomfield took off his foggy glasses and wiped them clean and as he put them back on something caught the edge of his eye. The reporter had put up his hand and in it was Dr Bloomfield’s precious hand sanitiser. After Dr Bloomfield set eyes on his precious hand sanitiser he shifted all his attention off Jacinda and laid his attention on the reporter and then he shouted “IT WAS YOU WHO TOOK MY HAND SANITISER, YOU’RE THE THIEF!!!” The poor reporter didn’t know what to say but he said something anyway “I didn’t steal your sanitiser I just found it on this seat when I sat down”.
Dr Bloomfield realised he had left it on that seat earlier in the morning. He felt so embarrassed of the commotion he had caused he tried walking off the stage but before he could get down the Prime Minister said “Is there anything you have to say for yourself?” The doctor looked up and said “kia ora koutou everyone, today there are fourteen confirmed new cases that brings our combined total to 1432”. And with that he walked off the stage, grabbed his precious sanitiser, sanitised his hands and left the room.
Take care everyone.