I had sequestered myself on a bench at tiny, sparsely populated Towata Park, with an audiobook of H. G. Well’s War of the Worlds. I was hiding from the coronavirus and also trying to avoid my annual visit from the Easter Bunny.
For many of us students and teachers, our lives have changed drastically. Less than a month ago we were all carrying around textbooks and complaining about how we couldn’t wait for spring break and summer. Unfortunately, we got our break, but not in the way we intended.