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One day last spring, I had to go to a parent-teacher conference. I was flying on one wing. Physically, emotionally, and cognitively exhausted from trying to help one of my sons navigate this wonky, socially isolated, hybrid version of school.
It was not going so well.
One day last spring, I had to go to a parent-teacher conference. I was flying on one wing. Physically, emotionally, and cognitively exhausted from trying to help one of my sons navigate this wonky, socially isolated, hybrid version of school.
It was not going so well.
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Combined with the heavy lift of work and an ongoing blanket of racial battle fatigue, I was on fumes. I limped into the meeting like a battered animal. I knew it would take everything in me not to weep through the entire thing.
Whew.
I said a tiny prayer and entered.
Combined with the heavy lift of work and an ongoing blanket of racial battle fatigue, I was on fumes. I limped into the meeting like a battered animal. I knew it would take everything in me not to weep through the entire thing.
Whew.
I said a tiny prayer and entered.
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When the teacher joined the call, she started with a few pleasantries. I clenched my jaw and prepared for the first punch to the jaw.
It never came. Her eyes softened.
Her: "How are YOU doing, Dr. Manning?"
Me: "Me? Um, okay I guess."
She nodded and smiled.
When the teacher joined the call, she started with a few pleasantries. I clenched my jaw and prepared for the first punch to the jaw.
It never came. Her eyes softened.
Her: "How are YOU doing, Dr. Manning?"
Me: "Me? Um, okay I guess."
She nodded and smiled.
