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Onerous task confronted teachers and parents As prospective students ably ready themselves to matriculate and/or first set little feet inside halls of learning, I rebroadcast a poem crafted at the height of Covid-19. A couple years gone back educators adaptation regarding coronavirus severely impacted on the classroom, which modifications necessitated school boards to rejigger methodology teaching paradigm, quite herculean feat yours truly (self tasked himself with assignment) attempted to encapsulate difficulty courtesy his handy dandy trademark poetic flair; through arbitrarily chosen words, nevertheless encompassed feeble effort forthwith present authored outcome read endeavor printed below, which attempt barely hinted at near insurmountable obstacles pandemic loosed upon webbed wide world. The following reasonable already obsolete rhyme verst animated mine faux class (sic) lilting brogue courtesy coronavirus (COVID-19) rogue, wrought approximate sixth month academic hiatus, nevertheless September 1st, 2020 signaled resumption of school year back in vogue. Countless challenges abounded as millions of students (darting to and fro, hither and yon analogous to flagellated spermatozoa) did re:zoom even fetus soon did kickstart to get academic jumpstart while in utero eventually nudged out of womb, whence a new born babe cradled in mother's arms lulled to sleep listening to Mozart while older siblings awaited crossing guard signal when one after another bus came by... vroom, whereby administrators established virtual and/or actual room adapted to delegate assignments as reported by local newsroom facilitated by unrenown, unstoried, and untutored writer, most likely a bonafide married, and once former unbridled groom. Though mind boggling, death defying, and harrowing scenario daring to crisscross (dangerous information super highway road) confronted those most qualified to teach impressionable minds to overload, nevertheless I envy those learning courtesy high tech mode, whereby inquiring inquisitive young students taught abc's including modus operandi how to code. Virtual golden (gated) opportunity spectacularly presented to bridge, kickstart, and buttress children immodestly excited and amenable to learn online, while one old googly eyed aging pencil necked geek made his poetic cameo appearance crafting awareness about severe complication hash-tagging those best equipped to instruct, which alternatives pinterest me linkedin, trumpeted nsync with tried and true orthodox methodology (think white/blackboard with markers and/or chalk respectively), who by the way never got chosen to clap erasers outside, neither folded flag ditto after said emblematic sanctified cloth unfurled, nor ever served as safety patrol. Though born within baby boom generation, I horrendously, nobly, royally struggled to acquire cognitive consonance invariably experiencing cognitive dissonance who floundered like a fish out of water forever barely achieving passable grade. Bard of Perkiomen Valley readily attests de facto failure if hypothetically enrolled in kindergarten today, he would get demoted to preschool (a slight bit of hyperbole), thus laments abysmal track record, whereby attending conventional schools of hard knocks situated within Lower Providence district emotionally fractured psyche until this very waking moment, and moost likely mine remaining tenure on Earth. Concomitant to foster misgivings of wretchedness, I harbor jealousy at young whip smart kids, who already possess laudatory command concerning salient technological knowhow, me far beyond paternal parental stage yet speculate how child raising could allow, enable and provide insight into latest cutting edge binary wizardry. Less impactful upon precocious boys and girls hungry as a caterpillar for knowledge included protracted time eons ago, when fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters experienced opportunities to relish countless hours whittled away being tutored as son(s) and/or daughter(s) for stereotypical roles. Within realm of cyberspace positive kudos extolled mentoring progeny about rudimentary concepts (plus edifying offspring about all encompassing social media platforms netiquette) aided in turn with sophisticated computer programs (possibly created by little Einsteins) invariably lovingly bonding (yeah right).

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Onerous Task Confronted Teachers and Parents

Onerous task confronted teachers and parents As prospective students ably ready themselves to matriculate and/or first set little feet inside halls of learning, I rebroadcast a poem crafted at the height of Covid-19. A couple years gone back educators adaptation regarding coronavirus severely impacted on the classroom, which modifications necessitated school boards to rejigger methodology teaching paradigm, quite herculean feat yours truly (self tasked himself with assignment) attempted to encapsulate difficulty courtesy his handy dandy trademark poetic flair; through arbitrarily chosen words, nevertheless encompassed feeble effort forthwith present authored outcome read endeavor printed below, which attempt barely hinted at near insurmountable obstacles pandemic loosed upon webbed wide world. The following reasonable already obsolete rhyme verst animated mine faux class (sic) lilting brogue courtesy coronavirus (COVID-19) rogue, wrought approximate sixth month academic hiatus, nevertheless September 1st, 2020 signaled resumption of school year back in vogue. Countless challenges abounded as millions of students (darting to and fro, hither and yon analogous to flagellated spermatozoa) did re:zoom even fetus soon did kickstart to get academic jumpstart while in utero eventually nudged out of womb, whence a new born babe cradled in mother's arms lulled to sleep listening to Mozart while older siblings awaited crossing guard signal when one after another bus came by... vroom, whereby administrators established virtual and/or actual room adapted to delegate assignments as reported by local newsroom facilitated by unrenown, unstoried, and untutored writer, most likely a bonafide married, and once former unbridled groom. Though mind boggling, death defying, and harrowing scenario daring to crisscross (dangerous information super highway road) confronted those most qualified to teach impressionable minds to overload, nevertheless I envy those learning courtesy high tech mode, whereby inquiring inquisitive young students taught abc's including modus operandi how to code. Virtual golden (gated) opportunity spectacularly presented to bridge, kickstart, and buttress children immodestly excited and amenable to learn online, while one old googly eyed aging pencil necked geek made his poetic cameo appearance crafting awareness about severe complication hash-tagging those best equipped to instruct, which alternatives pinterest me linkedin, trumpeted nsync with tried and true orthodox methodology (think white/blackboard with markers and/or chalk respectively), who by the way never got chosen to clap erasers outside, neither folded flag ditto after said emblematic sanctified cloth unfurled, nor ever served as safety patrol. Though born within baby boom generation, I horrendously, nobly, royally struggled to acquire cognitive consonance invariably experiencing cognitive dissonance who floundered like a fish out of water forever barely achieving passable grade. Bard of Perkiomen Valley readily attests de facto failure if hypothetically enrolled in kindergarten today, he would get demoted to preschool (a slight bit of hyperbole), thus laments abysmal track record, whereby attending conventional schools of hard knocks situated within Lower Providence district emotionally fractured psyche until this very waking moment, and moost likely mine remaining tenure on Earth. Concomitant to foster misgivings of wretchedness, I harbor jealousy at young whip smart kids, who already possess laudatory command concerning salient technological knowhow, me far beyond paternal parental stage yet speculate how child raising could allow, enable and provide insight into latest cutting edge binary wizardry. Less impactful upon precocious boys and girls hungry as a caterpillar for knowledge included protracted time eons ago, when fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters experienced opportunities to relish countless hours whittled away being tutored as son(s) and/or daughter(s) for stereotypical roles. Within realm of cyberspace positive kudos extolled mentoring progeny about rudimentary concepts (plus edifying offspring about all encompassing social media platforms netiquette) aided in turn with sophisticated computer programs (possibly created by little Einsteins) invariably lovingly bonding (yeah right).