Carefully, I dialed *67 on my iPhone, then the phone number. I checked the time. Eleven a.m. Earlier in the morning, I had sent an email, inviting a check-in with me. Just to see how things were going. Her mom had responded quickly, replying that her daughter would be happy to talk. That she missed me. Could we talk today? I wrote back- yes, today would work just fine. How about eleven?
After dialing the number, I heard the ringing begin on the other end of the line. Then an answer. “Hi, Mr. Ball!” We chatted for a little while. Yes, she has been reading. Everyday. Yes, her parents are trying to work from home. Yes, she has already finished her assignment in science.
During this time, I have begun to realize all we have been taking for granted: A handshake or hug from a colleague or friend; a night out at a restaurant. A ball game.
Or just a simple chat with a student.