March 28, 2020
I want to go back to school so badly. I never realized how much it means to me until now. I’m not ready to never walk back into my school again. I am stuck at home all the time except for when I go for walks. I haven’t seen my dad or my Mammie or Grampy since COVID-19 came and everything shut down.
My job at Yankee Candle is shut down but they have been paying for our scheduled time. I’m not sure how long they’ll be able to keep that up since the economy is crashing.
I will be okay; I am living at home, don’t have bills to pay, and my mom has a state job with a union. But I’m worried about people who are out of work who depend on their jobs to survive.
I am so thankful for phones and FaceTime, to see my friends and family members’ faces and hear their voices. I pray to God we all make it out alive and well.
Online, we have trackers that tell us the cases each day, in each country and state. The US reached the top of the chart for the world a day or two ago, and in total there are now 123,750 reported cases in the US. This is no joke.
I never thought anything like this would happen in my lifetime and I don’t even know how to process it. I just want everything to go back to normal, but it probably never will.
April 6-9, 2020
I’ve been trying to make the most of this and to go outside more. But the world is so different; it feels “off.” It’s pretty crazy to think this is happening in 2020 since everyone hyped it up and we planned to make it the “best year ever.” Instead, it has been the worst year ever.
This is a tough time to be a senior. I so badly wish there could be just one more week to experience high school and see all my friends. I haven’t seen my best friend for weeks; I miss her a lot.
It’s hard to completely shut your life down. I think a lot of people will have social anxiety and forget how to interact with each other by the time we can socialize again. Some days I don’t know the day or the month–each day seems just like the last.
April 29, 2020
As of tonight, there are 1,035,765 cases of COVID-19, only in the USA, and 3,138,886 in the whole world. This is honestly the first time I’ve looked at the numbers in weeks. It’s scary. I’ve kind of been avoiding it, like if I ignore it, it will go away.
Of course, I’ve been social distancing, with the exception that I have been allowed to quarantine with my boyfriend.
School is officially closed for the rest of the year. So no more “last day” for seniors. We won’t get a turn at running down the halls when they dismiss us. We won’t get to talk to people inside the building or experience it one last time. We won’t get to park in our parking spots one last morning, to go in late to first period Broadcast Journalism, with Mr. Larcheveque.
I have dreams almost every night about high school, especially regarding graduation. I am trying to make the best of this time but I’m sad–really sad. I just want to cry all the time.
I miss my normal life and my friends and my school so much.
Never take your “normal” life for granted. Life as we know it will be forever changed. The small stuff doesn’t matter. We shouldn’t waste time on unnecessary things. If you’re not happy, change something. Have relationships with people that bring you joy and happiness and lift you up.
Visit your grandparents often. Pay attention to your mom and dad and listen to them (98 percent of the time they’re right). Be a little risky and rebellious, but know your limits.
Life is too short and unpredictable.