I can't believe my technical end of the school day was 30 minutes ago. I'm still awash in assignments to grade, my phone and email are overflowing with students (I'm not even talking about the ones who haven't logged in yet), and I have to figure out how to fix at least three weeks of curriculum in our system. That last part is like the online equivalent of receiving new textbooks but finding the pages are stuck together, upside down and in another language. Our school systems crashed badly yesterday. My email program vanished for 24 hours and came back up empty. They're trying to restore our older emails but that may take days. My gradebook allows me to enter whatever score I wish for my students but always assigns the letter grade of F. This has resulted in many frantic phone calls despite a huge explanation on my home page of the issue. Things like this seem to happen at the beginning of every year, though, so the veteran students are very relaxed as we wait out the beginning of the year bugs. The best part, as always, is the enthusiasm of my students. I'm already emotionally invested in so many of them. Some have children of their own, while others have life-threatening health issues that keep them out of public school. Others have been traumatized by their past school experiences and feel safer in their own homes, barely wanting to answer their phones. All of them are trusting me to help them understand Beowulf, Canterbury Tales, Hamlet and more. I still miss my students from last year. They were my first class all to myself, and they'll be tough to replace. I hope I can live up to the challenge of instructing and inspiring from a distance once more.