In my 16-year career as a high school teacher, I have been through more lockdowns than I can count Image by Ulrike Mai from Pixabay There’s a bucket in my classroom. It’s bright yellow plastic with a sturdy black lid. It’s large. It looks like any one of the industrial sorts of buckets you might find in the aisles of Home Depot or in the dusty disarray of a construction site. It lives under my desk, just between a box of printer paper and a crate of student portfolios, and it has been there s...