Every technological device that enters it seems to fail.
Teacher and student logins cease to authenticate.
Microphones and cameras refuse to connect and project.
Every sound bounces back as screeching feedback.
The smartboard flickers in warning, "Do not dare mess with my settings, what you think might fix me will only make me worse. Beware."
As I approach the door, I take a deep breath, inhaling the cotton of my mask, for once thankful to be wearing it... it will help to conceal my frustration.
I do not say the things I'm thinking.
Instead, I put on a brave face and ask, "What's happening today?"