I was supervising exams yesterday and I thought about all of these children inside, wearing uniforms, sitting in chairs under fluorescent lights while the sun shone bright outside, in August, thinking how wrong that was. I was supposed to be in Canada with my son, visiting my Mother and Father, brothers and sister, cousins, friends, and going to festivals, jumping into lakes, waterskiing, eating hot dogs, making s’mores over a fire, watching the stars.
We have Hanami every year. The point of celebrating with friends and family under the cherry blossoms is important, and it’s actually the same reason we stop and pray before Thanksgiving dinner. Because we know not to take it for granted. That every moment is precious.
Most of my students did very well on their tests because I make them easy. Children should be rewarded for just getting out of bed during these crazy times of pandemic. Mr. Kozak, what will you assign for summer homework? Good God, I’ve got an idea. Make it a rule that you have to eat ice cream every day. That you play guitar, saxophone, or listen to music ever day. That you go outside and take your shoes off in the playground. That there are no rules, because it’s summer, and you should do whatever you want. Be bored. Turn off the internet. Try to exercise every day. Play Pictionary. Play Bop It. Play Monopoly. Read Calvin and Hobbes comics. Read a little bit more. Laugh together. But always remember: we have to make sure that psychopathic megalomaniacs, misogynists, and hateful men responsible for ecocide don’t get want they want. They are hurting us, and we need to teach our young boys how not to be like them.
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