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A Year in Two MinutesLoading...
Daleela EldalyLoading...
As I walked into room 413, people were talking about a new virus going around called Covid-19. We were getting off of school for the next two weeks! It sounded exciting - at the time.
“Good morning fellow students and staff, today is March 13, 2020. Please stand for the pledge of allegiance…” said Mr. Green during the morning announcements in a monotone voice.
Everyone stood and began reciting the pledge, displaying their excitement. After, Mr. Green informed everyone that we were getting off of school for the next two weeks and instruction would be online. I couldn’t wait!
The dismissal bell rang and I went to my locker to gather my stuff. I made sure I brought everything I needed. After, I met Olivia at the end of the hallway so we could walk to our buses together, as always. Everyone around us was busy saying their goodbyes and telling people how much they would miss them.
Two weeks had gone by and we were “home until further notice.” The whole world started going on lockdown, country by country. The covid cases were starting to go up thousands per day. The last day of school is in five weeks and I really hope we get to go back before then. My mother started making our family go on afternoon walks so we could get some fresh air. We also had to start wearing masks, like the medical ones surgeons use. Never in a thousand years would I have believed something like this would ever happen.
Two months had gone by and we were out of school and still home. The cases kept getting worse. My mother started stalking up on toilet paper and sanitizer. My schedule was the same every day, and it started getting boring. Nothing new ever happened. My sleep schedule was messed up: I went to bed at around six in the morning and woke up around three in the afternoon. I would have breakfast, or lunch, then it was time for our daily walk. Then, I would take a nap and when I woke up, it was time for dinner. After dinner, I would facetime my friends for a while and watch Netflix until I fell asleep. This went on for a couple of months and it started getting bad.
Ten months had gone by since we went on lockdown. The cases started getting better. The school year had restarted but instruction was still virtual. The country was considering sending students back. They split students into cohorts, a word I didn’t know existed until then, and decided that they would start sending students who wanted to go back in November. There would be two groups: Group A would go on Mondays and Tuesdays, everyone would stay home on Wednesdays, and Group B would go on Thursdays and Fridays.
Now, a year has gone by since we went on lockdown. The cases have gotten somewhat better. We were back in school but it wasn’t the same. I miss how things used to be.
That's all for now. I hope things have changed.
Sincerely,
Your old self
“Good morning fellow students and staff, today is March 13, 2020. Please stand for the pledge of allegiance…” said Mr. Green during the morning announcements in a monotone voice.
Everyone stood and began reciting the pledge, displaying their excitement. After, Mr. Green informed everyone that we were getting off of school for the next two weeks and instruction would be online. I couldn’t wait!
The dismissal bell rang and I went to my locker to gather my stuff. I made sure I brought everything I needed. After, I met Olivia at the end of the hallway so we could walk to our buses together, as always. Everyone around us was busy saying their goodbyes and telling people how much they would miss them.
Two weeks had gone by and we were “home until further notice.” The whole world started going on lockdown, country by country. The covid cases were starting to go up thousands per day. The last day of school is in five weeks and I really hope we get to go back before then. My mother started making our family go on afternoon walks so we could get some fresh air. We also had to start wearing masks, like the medical ones surgeons use. Never in a thousand years would I have believed something like this would ever happen.
Two months had gone by and we were out of school and still home. The cases kept getting worse. My mother started stalking up on toilet paper and sanitizer. My schedule was the same every day, and it started getting boring. Nothing new ever happened. My sleep schedule was messed up: I went to bed at around six in the morning and woke up around three in the afternoon. I would have breakfast, or lunch, then it was time for our daily walk. Then, I would take a nap and when I woke up, it was time for dinner. After dinner, I would facetime my friends for a while and watch Netflix until I fell asleep. This went on for a couple of months and it started getting bad.
Ten months had gone by since we went on lockdown. The cases started getting better. The school year had restarted but instruction was still virtual. The country was considering sending students back. They split students into cohorts, a word I didn’t know existed until then, and decided that they would start sending students who wanted to go back in November. There would be two groups: Group A would go on Mondays and Tuesdays, everyone would stay home on Wednesdays, and Group B would go on Thursdays and Fridays.
Now, a year has gone by since we went on lockdown. The cases have gotten somewhat better. We were back in school but it wasn’t the same. I miss how things used to be.
That's all for now. I hope things have changed.
Sincerely,
Your old self