I, along with many teachers, students and parents, have been doing plenty of moaning and groaning about the reopening of schools, from kindergarten to the university. But Joseph Aoun makes a good point in his Washington Post op-ed today: https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/the-virus-isnt-going-away-thats-why-campuses-need-to-reopen/2020/08/18/28810dd0-e17d-11ea-8181-606e603bb1c4_story.html
Speaking as a professor at Northeastern University in Boston, Aoun makes the point that since the virus is likely here to stay maybe it’s time to jump in and try to do things in the best way we know how. As much as I’ve enjoyed (somewhat) the moaning and groaning, I think Aoun might just have a point.
When I was first diagnosed with breast cancer at age 29, I was less than a year into my Ph.D. program at Purdue University. As the summer came to a close alongside the brutal side effects of chemotherapy–falling hair and relentless mouth sores–I had to gear up for the fall semester . . . my “sophomore year” of graduate school.
On one hand, I just wanted to bury my head in the sand (in this case, my bed pillow) and stay close to home until the horror of the experience was done and over with.
But on the other hand, I knew that my life would never be the same again. The end of chemo would not signal the end of my cancer journey. My body, my perspective, and my story would be forever changed.
I decided to bite the bullet and head back to campus that fall. It wasn’t easy, walking into a room filled with my peers and a classroom where I was responsible for teaching 25 college freshman how to improve their writing skills. But I did it.
And we all have to do it now, at least take those first steps. Time to rip off the bandaid. Safely.