Needless to say, as the mid-year holidays were upon us, society’s doors were beginning to close swiftly. There began a most alien Term III for us all. College Street, for the few of us in daily attendance, assumed an eerie emptiness which would stretch on far longer than its 2020 counterpart had done.
As every family knows, the Zoom screen came to dominate the teaching landscape. Boys and staff moved with efficient purpose into that territory, even if the dynamic of two-dimensional, disembodied heads and shoulders in small tiles on a screen began to shed its charm over time. Still, the boys and staff maintained their good humour, their inventiveness and purpose throughout.
It was a pleasure to drop in to a wide range of Zoom lessons during the twelve weeks of online learning to see the manner in which the Grammar classroom had adapted itself so well to a land of ‘muting’, ‘un-muting’, ‘screen-sharing’ and all those other terms which became inescapable verbal staples of that temporary existence.
For those of us left holding the fort at College Street, effort was undertaken to offer information and guidance for boys and their families as we sought to provide clarity and some degree of certainty in a period of unpredictability and trepidation.