News Trend Life Of A (Socially Distant) Math Teacher|Actual

A couple weeks ago, when Covid-19 had just begun to breathe down our backs, I decided to start teaching my classes remotely.

I teach upper level mathematics - algebra, geometry, trig, pre calc - to homeschooled high school students. That looks like me sitting at a dining room table - sometimes mine, usually my students' - and working with one, or two, or maybe even three kids at a time. I often teach the same student for three or four years, and multiple students in the same family. It's a dream job and I love every minute.

Now obviously, I'm not the first teacher to take math instruction online, so I'm not exactly inventing the wheel over here.

But I aim to do more than just deliver up some standard lectures on rickety technology and expect my students to adapt. Over the years, I've come up with quite a few bells and whistles that take my classes from good to great, and coronavirus devils notwithstanding, I am not willing to compromise. My goal is to take each element of my tried-and-true learning process and somehow morph it into a germ-free, socially distant version of what we do in person.

In real life, the first step of my process is the lecture.

Well. Allow me to clarify.

The first step is me explaining some new math concepts, one lesson at a time, using strange metaphors and rambling stories, substituting more colorful descriptions for dry math slogan

The quadratic formula is the man-eating dragon.

Radical signs are known as pig houses in which the little fellows hide from the big bad wolves.

The art of adding or subtracting to solve a basic algebraic equation is termed, "swimming fish."

All the while, I'm writing out the problems and key ideas (highlighted as "puffy clouds of knowledgedanquot;) on a whiteboard. In normal times, that is.

While many impromptu digital instructors are turning to a Skype, FaceTime or Zoom type platform, that doesn't work for me. Those systems work well when the main means of communication is voice, but I need voice and visual to be transmitted with equal precision.

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My solution to this conundrum has manifested itself as a chair on my dining room table. Using my phone with the camera facing down onto the table creates an environment where I have considerable control over the variables of the shot; my hands are free to write with abandon and my mind is free to roam all over the math landscape.

And so I've been video recording my lesson. I teach two lessons per week to five different groups of students, which makes for a lot of time in my "studio."

Gracie finds my performances mesmerizing. She curls up at my feet and snoozes for hours on end while I work. Lord only knows what mathematical knowledge has accumulated in her brain over the past few weeks.

Once recorded, the lessons are uploaded to my Youtube channel. Yup. I'm pretty much an influencer.

The second major component of my classes is homework. Lots and lots of homework.

I hope you won't be shocked to know that the average teenager needs some accountability on that front. Normally I provide pep talks and procrastination advisories at the start of each class. Nowadays I follow up the assignments with individual phone calls with each student to a) hear the sounds of their adorable voices and b) interrogate them about their work status.

I've been checking in once a week by phone, but also manning my texts and emails for random questions that come up as my students are actively working problems. At any time of day or night, I might open a text that says, "Hey, I'm stuck on Problem 17 Lesson 85." Usually, the resolution involves me quickly getting up to speed by working out the answer for myself, asking the student some questions delicately loaded with helpful hints, and possibly sending a photo of my solution.

My students have already been using a checklist I designed for keep tracking of assignments and due dates, which works fine for in-person classes and distance learning alike.

And the third component of my coursework is the dreaded test.

I give my students a weekly one-problem quiz that I euphemistically describe as a "review problem."  And I administer two midterms - one before Christmas break, the other before spring break - and of course, a big, bad final at the end of the year. Normally, we set aside time in class to cover these events.

Trusting my students as I do, in the age of coronavirus, I've no problem with letting them test at home. I'm sure I could whip up some sort of pdf and shoot it off via email. But I prefer to send their tests through the good ol' US Postal Service because everyone likes to get mail, even if it is a math test.

And I enclose a stamped, self-addressed envelope for the return trip so that a) I present the test takers with no obstacles (besides licking the envelope) to popping their completed test back in the mail to me and b) they will be among the rare members of their generation who understand the acronym SASE.

No matter whether I'n teaching in person or at a distance, my method of testing is what many might considerlaissez-faire. And while that may seem to fly in the face of my otherwise high-expectation and high achievement course design, there's a very simple method to my apparent madness.

With classes as small as mine, I know each student's math brain inside out. I can pinpoint the look on their face when they are confused or tired or just over it for the day, and I recognize and celebrate those magical "aha!" moments when their dear little light bulbs come on and the new ideas snap perfectly into place.

Honestly, I don't need a test to tell me how a student is learning. I know by the look on their face.

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And this brings me to the absolute worst part about being a socially distant math teacher. I cannot see my students' shining, expressive, revealing faces. And to be honest, that takes most of the fun out of teaching.

As much as I'm grateful that my students and I can carry on as Covid-19 rages around us, I can't wait till we are back at the dining room table together.

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News Trend Sunshine And Disco Balls.|Actual

When the sunlight hits my disco balls, amazing things happen in my living room.

I have just two of them, tiny little things that hardly bear a resemblance to the Studio 54-style  icons we all know and love.

But when the pale March sun dares to shine into the room and strike them, usually around mid-afternoon, a wonderful thing happens.

Little round circles of light bounce all over the room

High and low, on the ceiling and the floor, across the furniture and art and everywhere I look.

And what I like to do, when the sunshine hits my disco balls, is to simply stand in the middle of it all and marvel at this miracle of light.

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News Trend Social Distancing In My Kitchen|Actual

"Home isn't a place, it's a feeling." -Cecelia Ahern

In the past week or so - somehow it feels much longer - social distancing has become the new normal in our lives.

Stay home.

Stay away from other people

In light of our global epidemic, this mandate makes perfect sense to me.

What also makes sense to me is that since we're going to be spending extra time in our homes, we'd be wise to ensure that home is a place that makes us feel good.

Since all this social distancing business kicked in, my home has become a busy place.

I mean, any house with four full-time occupants is relatively busy. But I'm not talking about the quantity of humans. Let me explain.

My husband, Mr. Finance Director, is now working from home which means that he allows himself to sleep in till 5:30 a.M. And begins his multi-monitor work day around six. With some nice long breaks for additional cups of coffee and a luxurious lunch, not to mention a few interruptions from yours truly, he clocks out around five o'clock p.M.

Second shift begins with me. I rouse myself around eleven, which is my normal wake-up time (delayed sleep phase, remember?). I eat at 11:30 and settle into my math routines by noon. By five-ish, I'm moving into Gracie's walk, then dinner and post-dinner clean up, so my work day truly winds down around 8 p.M.

My fourth-born reads and writes in her room till four-ish - no clue what time she actually wakes up - and comes down around five to eat something, take her own walk, and then help me with dinner. She takes her third meal of the day around midnight.

And my third-born is teaching English to kids in China through an online school called VIPKid. Her first group begins at 1 a.M., and she usually wraps up at 6 a.M. After a warm breakfast, she tucks into bed around 7 or 8 a.M.

At which point, my husband had been up for hours.

So yeah, it's no exaggeration to say my kitchen is busy around the clock. While the others do their best to pick up after themselves, it's quite a challenge for them to live up to my exacting standards. I'm finding it a full-time job to keep up the kitchen looking as I want it to look.

Now I haven't had time to do a deep spring kitchen clean, or make any big design changes. I'm not about to go out shopping to create a fresh new look.

But in order to keep my sanity, I've been doing my best to upgrade the kitchen mood.

Over the past few days, I've:

dusted shelves

cleaned the counters

straightened the stacks of bowls,

edited the items in the black tray on the counter, and

took a damp microfiber cloth to the windows.

The inside of the windows, that is.

I saved the much larger job of cleaning the outside of the windows for another day.

Once I'd cleared away the winter dust and established a clean foundation, I added a few splashes of color:

red tulips

branches of yellow forsythia

and the blue pottery bowl.

Now when I come into this room a dozen times a day, as I do, I hardly even notice the constant accumulation of dirty dishes in the sink, or heap of clean dishes drying themselves lazily in the sunshine on the counter. And I try not to even imagine what might be going on in the dishwasher.

I just look at this happy corner of my busy kitchen and remind myself that, even in these days of social distancing, as long as we're eating, all is well. And that is a very good feeling.

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News Trend Gracie’s And My Daily (Socially Distant) Walks |Actual

Well, thanks to Covid-19, the world has turned upside down and every routine we've ever known has been summarily tossed out the figurative window.

But until hell officially freezes over, you better believe Gracie and I are still taking our daily walks.

Determined though we are, we're not daredevils or in denial about pandemic protocol. So here is how we are coping with our socially distant walking program.

Body still, ears up, eyes lasered in on the target. Yep, the signs are unmistakable.

Gracie has spotted a squirrel.

We live by the six-foot bubble rule. Which, honestly, I've kind of expanded to a ten- to twelve-foot bubble because honestly, I'm on the side of extra caution.

But I'll tell you what. These sunny, warm March days are making things difficult.

Gracie and I typically walk around 4:30 or 5 p.m., and what with kids home from school all day and daylight saving time having kicked in, that means the sidewalks have been unusually busy.

I'm seeing a lot of

work-from-homers taking a break from the laptop to walk their dogs

pairs of mom in deep conversation

dads keeping up with kids on scooters, bikes, or roller blades

parents pushing strollers

and the occasional lone jogger.

Practicing germ avoidance and proper courtesy at the same time, Gracie and I pull off the sidewalk whenever we encounter our fellow walkers, and give all passersby wide berth.

Strangers often ask me how I keep Gracie from wandering into the street with her super long leash. The answer is simple: she just knows not to do that. She also stops at crosswalks like this one, and waits for me to catch up. Good girl.

Granted, Gracie pads barefooted down the sidewalk and sticks her entire face into some fairly unsavory places, but then again, she doesn't have to worry about virus transmission. I, on the other hand, practice keeping my hands to myself.

Normally, I wear a pair of work gloves when I walk. Besides looking extraordinarily stylish, the gloves protect my hands while I'm handling Gracie's fifty-foot lead and I wear them unless we are in the hottest time of the summer. Which can sometimes last as long as a week.

Even thus protected, my gloved hands don't come in contact with many surfaces as I walk - really just the leash.

"Take care of yourself and others. <3" Little post-it notes like this one have appeared all over the neighborhood and they make me smile.

The only exception to that rule?

Crosswalk warning light buttons.

Twice on our daily route, Gracie and I cross a street that is not only busy but typically traversed by people who are in a rush. Let's just say that there are some speedy pants who do not like to idle their vehicles while notorious pedestrians and their big red dogs sashay across the street. And they tend to push the envelope, shall we say, of courtesy and common sense.

So. I take full advantage of these crosswalk warning lights to help ensure a safe passage.

And to be extra safe, I bonk the switch with my elbow, rather than my glove-covered hand.

Even so, I wash my bare hands like the hounds of hell are after me when I get back home. I've even taken the precaution of keeping my gloves out on the front porch. Covid germs, you are not welcome inside.

Gracie has scented more than one raccoon in this section of our walk,and I suspect she may be on to one here. Either that, or she's stalking the blooming forsythia.

I would be naive to think that our walkabouts are completely safe. Even using my precautions, there's a risk of a preschooler bursting my bubble with an out-of-control bicycle, or a runner who comes up behind me and gets too close for comfort.

But as long as I can reasonably manage the risks, Gracie and I will keep walking. Taking in some sunshine and fresh air, watching spring burst forth, cranking up a bit of cardio - I need this daily routine to keep me sane.

Gracie's dinner is waiting for her at the end of our walk. Blink and you'll miss the entire meal.

Same goes for Gracie. Our walk is a pivotal point in her day, the first step in a series of interesting experiences that involve her favorite activities:

eating her own food,

That nose goes places that get it into trouble. But we love her anyhow.

and supervising the preparation of ours.

So, Covid-19, I'll admit that you've really boxed us all in. And because I trust the science and want to end this siege as soon as possible, I'm willing to give up my freedoms and daily routines in order to halt your spread.

But at least for now, I draw the line at our daily adventure. As long as we can be safe and socially distant, Gracie and I plan to keep walking.

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News Trend Miracle Of Light|Actual

"Miracles come in moment. Be ready and willing." -Wayne Dyer

Remember my story about the sunshine and disco balls that flood my living room with light?

Well, a few days ago, I posted it late at night and shortly thereafter, I went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up to find the most beautiful photos of another living room flooded with light.

As I scrolled through the images, like a dream, a strange sensation came over me. I'd been here before but at first glance, my mind could only summon up a surreal feeling of deja vu, a fantasy of a memory, something that seemed not quite real.

Slowly, the pieces fell into place.

This room is in Havana, the home of the Malaysian Ambassador to Cuba, where I was fortunate enough to visit in 2016 when my friend, Nayli, and her family lived there.

The crystals on the table belong to Nayli's mother, who collected them in Cambodia when the family was living in Vietnam.

And these photos were born from the artistic eye of Nayli who had seen my post about the disco balls and wanted to share her own memories of living in a room filled with light.

Once my muddled brain was able to sort this out, my spirit soared.

What beautiful pictures.

What a thoughtful friend to connect the dots between her life and mine, and share with me her own experience of the same lovely phenomenon.

Who would ever have guessed that a Gen Z Malaysian college student, born in the United States, raised all around the world, and now attending university in the UK would feel the same sense of magic as I do over such a simple thing as reflected light.

And who could have ever predicted that our paths would not just cross but connect, and that by chance, I would share a story that had already been told on her camera roll, several years earlier.

This story is, for me, a beautiful marvel. And from now on, whenever the sunshine hits my disco balls and little sparkles dance across my living room, I will think of my friend, Nayli, and remember this miracle of light.

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Here are more stories about my friend, Nayli

Nayli's Bedroom

The Gentle Art Of Reframing

Miracle Of Light

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Check out all the stories stories about my once-in-a-lifetime trip to Cuba and my wonderful friends who lived there:

I Will Bake You A Pie

Cuban Makan

Cuban Economics

El Malecon Cloudburst

A La Playa

Creepy Cuban Kudzu

Plaza De La Revolucion

Old Havana

Poolside in Havana

A Cuban Sunset Story

Sunset Chasers, Cuban Edition

The Puppy At The Castle

Old Havana On The Eve Of Fidel's Birthday

An ASEAN Celebration

Nayli's Bedroom

Varadero, Cuba

Winding Down

Dear Cuba

Aqil's Chicken

The Gentle Art Of Reframing

My Cuban Home

Tickled Pink

Full Circle

Chicken Drumsticks

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News Trend Social Distancing In My Dining Room|Actual

While the coronavirus-related chaos in my kitchen is a group effort from the whole family, the current state of my dining room - messy!- is all my fault.

Normally, I keep the dining room table under control. Granted, many a project unfolds across the wide open space from day to day, but I pick up after myself. We eat at least a couple meals in here every week, just to hold me accountable.

But thanks to Covid-19, all bets are off. Since my work-from-home husband has taken over our official office space with his mega monitors and spreadsheet campaigns, I've moved myself into the dining room full time.

One end of the table is devoted to socially-distant math. Since I'm now teaching my students via Youtube, I record videos here by placing one of the chairs up on top of the table. I balance my phone upside down on top of the chair seat and work problems in my notebook positioned underneath, thereby simulating a legitimate top-down recording studio that gets the job done surprisingly well. While I usually try to go the extra mile of taking the chair down off the table between daily recording sessions, my textbooks, folders, and notebooks have taken up permanent residence in the open air.

The non-social-distancing me could not tolerate the visual clutter of this arrangement, but hey, epidemics make me flexible. I've learned to cope.

The other end of the table has become a designated work zone for the heap of journals I'm working on finishing. Imagine, if you dare, a dozen spiral bound notebooks and homemade books of all shapes, sizes and colors. Now visualize on top and in between them:

packages of colored card stock,

glue sticks, tacky glue, tape,

ruler, scissors,

postcards, stickers, maps, and tickets,

a tray overflowing with my daughters' creative handiwork,

secara acak photos, and

half a dozen old magazines.

This creates a wild, messy and perfectly socially distant place to work, but it is not a pretty sight.

I get a headache just looking at it.

But I've decided that I'm not going to waste my coronavirus-era energy picking it up and putting it back out every day. That's like trying to shovel snow while the blizzard rages on.

So here's my coronavirus compromise:

I'm not going to worry about the outrageous mess on the table.

In fact, I'm just ignoring it altogether.

As long as the walls, floor and corners look agreeable, that's good enough for me.

Someday, I have great faith, Covid-19 will be tamed, the memories of social distancing will quickly fade into the hazy past, and our lives will indeed return to normal.

But if you don't see me for the first few weeks of post-cornonavirus life, you'll know where to find me. I'll be cleaning up the mess on my dining room table.

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News Trend Covid Cleaning|Actual

Once nice thing about Washington's new stay-at-home mandate is that I've got plenty of extra energy and attention span for deep cleaning and reorganizing projects. Thanks, Covid-19!

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Forget about coronavirus for a hot minute. This situation I blame on my new panggang.

The old one died back in January. And though we went out right away and purchased a new one, the  first available install date stretched all way out into mid-March.

Little did we know in January how the world would have changed by March.

But anyway, back to my panggang. She was finally moved last Friday and ooh wee, she's a beauty.

And by beautiful, I really mean clean.

I do my best to keep up with daily maintenance and the monthly deep clean, but there's no doubt that the roasting vegetables, open face sandwiches, and broiled fish take their toll. After ten plus years of hard living, well, let's just say the bloom was off the my previous panggang's rose.

But then the new kid arrived, all shiny clean and crumb free.

And my heart exploded with joy for this pristine creation.

Suddenly, I felt a fierce and burning desire to clean every inch of my kitchen, especially the regions within six feet of my shining appliance.

Just kidding about the six feet. That's a little social distancing humor.

But anyway, my cleaning frenzy soon directed itself to a specific and particularly well-deserving sasaran: the cupboard over the panggang.

Now this guy's always been a bit tricky. I have more than enough baking pans, cookie sheets, serving trays, bread boards, and platters to overflow the left section with the vertical dividers. And no enormous soup pans, mega Dutch ovens, or other oversize cookware that particularly need the wide, deep, tall space on the right.

So what has happened over the years, and I can only blame myself for this, is that the overpopulation of things that would dearly loved to be stored in those overcrowded vertical dividers on the left have spilled over into the empty space on the right, and arranged themselves in a sloppy, entangled, inaccessible and ridiculously tipsy heap.

So I did what any passionate organizer would do on a stay-at-home Saturday morning.

I spontaneously dumped the whole mess onto the kitchen counter.

Well, if the first step or a good reorganization is to get everything out of the space, the second imperative is to clean.

Yep, ticked that box with relish. I pulled out those divider things, wiped away the grime, and used my favorite wood conditioning oil to nourish every inch.

Then came the part where I stood back, stared into the folly of that big empty space, and chewed over the masalah.

At first, I thought the solution was more vertical dividers. But that didn't address the issue of all the wasted space in the top half of the cabinet. I don't have super tall objects that need to shelter here, so while I appreciate the existing vertical dividers for keeping order among my baking sheets and especially those pesky cooling racks with their trouble-making little wire feet, I decided that they were not the droids I was looking for.

Suddenly it hit me. Horizontal dividers! Shelves, if you will, that would allow me to perch my big-but-not-that-big holiday roaster up top, and the daily favorites, cutting boards and platters, to have their own assigned spaces below.

My husband wandered in around this point and got excited with my plan. He could build these shelves for me! Tape measures and carpenters squares suddenly appeared, and he began mentally browsing his lumber cache.

All of which I appreciated very much. But since I was hoping to get this project squared away before Christmas, I put him on pause. "Let's see if there's anything on Amazon," I slyly suggested as I reached for my phone.

Sure enough, within seconds I found a product that whose description, reviews, and price we could both get excited about, and less than five minutes later, I swiped right.

By Monday noon, I was in business.

My above-the-panggang cupboard is now a place of harmony and joy, befitting its close company with that gleaming new panggang.

Next Saturday, in an effort to further upgrade the neighborhood, I just might tackle the cupboard below the oven. I'm pretty sure I'll be spending the day at home.

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