School After The Pandemic

The smell of disinfectant,
Still lingers in the hall.
I can barely see my teachers,
I can't recognize them at all.
They're all wearing white bodysuits,
To protect them I suppose.
But their feet are wrapped so thinly,
That I can see their toes.
Their gloves are more like casts,
It must be hard to hold a pencil.
Going to our desks,
It's not so hard to sit still.
If this is school permanently,
I'm not sure that I want to go to school after the quarantine.