Socially distanced, masked and with freshly sanitized hands, the kids were playing a math game, “Spin and Round”, along the periphery of the room. I’d just checked in with the last group and headed past my desk where my phone was lying out. It’s become an integral part of the day since we spend lots of time outside and I have no time to access my computer after about 11:00 am. I’ve gotten used to glancing at it to check for important e-mails, and did this as I walked by, noticing a notification of an incoming district e-mail.
“Positive Case of Covid-19….”
I stopped in my tracks.
I grabbed my phone, quickly clicked on the notification, and read.
The details were deliberately vague, but someone with contact at our district’s middle school had tested positive for Covid. My heart sank.
About fifteen minutes later, at recess, the kids played and the adults huddled, checking in with each other.
“Did you see the e-mail?”
“Do you know anything?”
“You know our kids practice sports at the middle school, right?”
We reassured ourselves that this was bound to happen. It wasn’t unexpected. And it was just one case. Hopefully our precautions would serve us well and this could be contained.
We headed back into school, slightly uneasy. But at least there weren’t any cases at our school.
About an hour and a half later, as the kids packed up, I quickly checked e-mails.
Sure enough, there was another district e-mail.
“Three More Probable Cases of Covid-19.”
My head spun. I hadn’t expected this notice so quickly after the first one. I skimmed the text. Three cases. One more at the middle school, one at the high school and one at a 3-5 school. None at our school. At least not yet.
Still. This is beginning to feel like a runaway train heading down the tracks.