Children of the Conference Call
On kindergarten by Zoom and accepting the absurdity of it all.
My workdays have a predictable rhythm to them lately. I’ll tap out a few emails, place a few calls, respond to a few requests for information, nurse my coffee and lament my lack of sleep. Every so often, I’ll glance at the clock and realize my office-mate probably isn’t being cognizant of the time himself, so I’ll drop a gentle reminder.
“Hey, bud, you gonna hop on that call in five minutes?”
My office-mate is a genial fellow, easy to get along with—certainly better than many I’ve shared a workspace with in the past—but he’s somewhat scatterbrained when it comes to scheduling. He’ll look up in mild surprise, nod, thank me for the reminder, and pause the episode of Wild Kratts that he was watching before getting to work.
(My office-mate is a five-year-old.)
In the heady, early, “we’re all in this together” days of this crisis, conducting early childhood education via teleconferencing software was at once a novel and harrowing experience, a hasty form of triage as the educational system as…