It snowed last week during Thanksgiving break for the first time this season. I mean snowed and stuck to the ground.
It flurried a little earlier, but my students come from places where there is no snow. This is all new.
I wonder how they did.
I delivered a couple of coats from the coat closet. I ask if they have coats and hats and gloves and boots. And they always say yes. But their definition of a coat and mine are very different.
So we will spend the next few weeks dealing with temperature and windchill, because that’s coming. This last month before I move to kick some of my higher students out is tough. I want them to move on, but there’s so much they still need to know.
They are still wearing their shoes without socks. And sometimes they have bare toes.
I find myself wondering how they cannot be wearing closed-toed shoes, but then I remember that they are just doing what comes naturally.
In Nepal, in Somalia, in Congo, flipflops were usually the shoe of choice. And although they have to sometimes wear athletic shoes now for physical education, it’s still the exception.
I hope the clothing drive National Honor Society did last week was fruitful. And I hope there are gloves.
But there are never gloves.