So this is my classroom. A wee station set up at my dining room table where I share my space with a 4th grader. We parallel our Chromebook and laptop and push our papers and pens on the border of our workspace. Me, eager and feverish to telework & continue, in my own way, to reach my teens, him fidgeting and working hard to dodge his online learning. We recently got roller skates and hit the streets when stress comes knocking. Alexa drowns my concentrated times with songs like "Dance Monkey". He claims the beat helps him work. I'm learning to manage this strange terrain.