Bailey Ives, Co-Opinion Editor

12th March, 2021

I can’t believe that I am actually writing this article. Actually, no, I can’t believe it has almost been one whole year since the first day of quarantine. On March 14 (that fateful day), we were told to stay home for two weeks. This has been the longest two weeks of my life. We thought we would be okay because we foamed in and foamed out, but no. 

Here I am typing this on the same computer I have been on for almost 13 hours today. I am doing okay with online classes but the eye strain and headaches from looking at the computer all day are really getting on my nerves. 

I keep thinking about the beginning of last year. I went on a picnic with like twelve of my friends outside, maskless. That sounds crazy now. Whenever I watch a movie or TV show and there is a crowd of people I am stunned. I can’t believe we used to be able to do that.

I don’t know how to socialize anymore. I mean, I didn’t really know how to before, but now I don’t even know how to text people back. It’s so hard to think of a response and honestly I don’t really have anything new to tell anyone, as nothing is happening in my life. 

I like to think that I have some kind of routine. I get up sometime before my class starts and shower, maybe eat breakfast and clean my room. I realized that I needed to put myself on a schedule because at the beginning of quarantine I was doing all my classes in bed and staying in bed all day. I started to feel really depressed so I started to fix my sleep schedule and go outside.

This has really helped with my mental attitude, but recently, I have been going so stir crazy. This will probably be the worst anniversary celebration for any of us. I don’t know about you, but I will be celebrating this anniversary by watching THE ORIGINAL Mulan really spitefully and eating ice cream angrily because that is all I can do until people start realizing that there may be a second anniversary if they aren’t careful.