Mrs. Wada's classroom. She taught summer school through zoom for four weeks, three days a week, from 8am to 10:15am. That means the voice of Mrs. Wada penetrates every corner of the house as she still does not know how to control the volume. Im not sure how these teachers are going to conduct class this fall, as one of the requirements is that she has to see every student al all times. Yes that means if you have 22 students, you have to see their face at all times.
Now if your know the Brady Bunch, there are 8 folks in three rows. Even on a 27" screen, 22 squirmy kids are impossible to keep track of. But she plugs on.
The consequence of this is my coffee habit. In order to not disturb the class and avoid being seen by her students (yes, I make sure I am dressed appropriately, but usually not shaven and exhibiting bed head) I sneak out the front door, around the car , through the gate, and down the driveway, dodging my back yard treasures to a bench where I am storing my coffee supplies. Grinder, kettle, pour over funnel, filters, and mugs. I have set up outside in the backyard.
I can hear her conducting class as I grind my beans, sneak into the kitchen to fill the kettle. I sometimes park myself in front under the umbrella to drink my coffee, and listen in on my conference calls. It's either that or lock myself in Jordan's room with the doors closed tight. But no matter where I am, I can still hear Mrs. Wada conducting class.
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