This year is different in ways I could never have imagined, but the sentiment as we wrap up (at a distance) remains true.
You take a block from the bottom and you put it on top. You take a block from the middle and you put it on top.
It teeters and it totters.
It weebles and it wobbles, but you don’t give up.
In September my teaching partner and I opened up a new pack of Jenga. Not literally, of course, but humour me. We opened up the box and there were twenty-eight fresh new blocks. Each one had a name and a story. They looked similar, but once you looked closer you could see the lines and grains that made each piece unique.
Gradually, over the days, weeks, and months, we created a tower together. Other pieces played pivotal roles: our fairy godmothers who brought us apples to feed hungry learners, guest teachers who taught us problem-solving and teamwork, community officers who cared enough to teach us about safety concerns. Steadily…
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