After 12 days of war with the Islamic Republic we awoke today to news of a ceasefire, followed by about 8 missile barrages, at least two violated the time the ceasefire was supposed to begin.
Lots of other small things happened today that led to tonight's announcement that schools and businesses are going back to unrestricted status tomorrow. Meaning no more being next to our individual safe rooms tomorrow.
I'm reeling.
On one hand I'm happy that this part of the war is over. On the other, the sun has just gone down and for the last 12 nights we've been bombarded with warnings, sirens, missiles of all kinds (I had never heard of before), booms, and broken sleep (if any at all). Now somehow, I have to quickly come up with things to do with my classes tomorrow and be there by 8am ready to teach a full day.
What do you teach kids after 12 days of practically living in safe rooms? I'll tell you what, I'd be surprised if any even came with a pencil tomorrow.
For 12 days any sense of personal safety and peace achieved has been violently ripped away by missiles. I don't look at the sky the same. Can you imagine? Constantly searching the sky? Or checking the news before you take a shower just in case there was a launch?
Now, after trauma after trauma and sleepless night after sleepless night some men in a pissing battle for power say that's it... Ceasefire so back to work tomorrow. The Islamic Republic is no longer a threat. Teachers need to babysit our kids for a few days so the economy can get jumpstarted again. Nevermind that we still are reeling from 627 days of war with Hamas and 50 hostages still being held in Gaza.
There's resilience and then there's this. I don't know what to call it, but it feels surreal, like an unbelievable directive and we'll frankly... Stupid.
Here's to praying for a quiet night.
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