Dear Teacher,

I still wake up every morning filled with energy, excitement, and enthusiasm looking forward to seeing you and hearing your voice on my friend’s computer or my mama’s cell phone. Last week she was at work, and my friend wasn’t at home, and that’s why I didn’t check-in.

This week I won’t be able to go to his house because we must be a certain distance from each other and my mom will be at work with her phone. I won’t be able to see you or hear you this week, and that makes me sad. If you have time, call me and say hi. My mom gets off at 6:00 p.m.

This Zoom thing is pretty cool, but there’s nothing to compare to your morning fist bump, your jokes, you telling everybody “think, think, think” when we don’t try our best and be lazy, but most of all, the love we feel when we enter your classroom. There’s nothing in the world that can compare to your class, but until that can happen again, zoom it is. Oh, and we’ve noticed you teach in your school polo shirt. That makes us think we’re still in class when we’re all at home. We call this, “Bringing the Room to Zoom.”


Your Scholars

© Marcus Jackson, Ed.D.