I never thought I would miss school. It’s the end of my senior year and I should be glad that it’s over. But I’m not, because it’s over too soon. The rest of my senior year was robbed from me by COVID-19. I’m not going to get to experience those senior milestones that classes before me experienced, like senior skip day and senior prom. I feel selfish for being upset because people are literally dying, but I think being upset is valid. I won’t experience my fourth and last Purple Feather Day, I won’t get to go to my last prom, and I won’t get the cookie on my last day when all of the seniors file out of the three side, two weeks before everybody else is finished with school. It’s the only thing I’ve ever been good at and I’ve been working towards graduation for 12 years but I don’t know if I will be able to walk the stage at this point. I miss my friends. I miss school. I miss Dad Joke Wednesday and Boyer Trivia. I miss Holocaust Lit. I miss my early morning Starbucks runs and I miss hanging out in the journalism room and discussing very weird topics with my editor-in-chief. I miss working on the yearbook. I feel like everybody is reveling in quarantine and having the time of their lives while I’m just really sad.
Aside from being upset, my social distancing is going okay. My job is still open so luckily I’m still able to work, but my hours have been severely cut. I was working 40 to 45 hours a week and now I’m barely working 20. I don’t know what I’m going to do when my job closes. It’s getting so boring at home and so far, I’ve baked two batches of brownies, cinnamon rolls, banana bread, chocolate chip cookies, no-bake chocolate cookies, and sugar cookies. I’ve read four 800 page books, I rearranged the Tupperware drawer in my kitchen and refolded and color organized the towel closet in the bathroom. I cut my hair the other night and I’m just itching to rearrange my room. I’m also helping my mom take care of my niece while my stepmom is in Texas to take care of her mom. I’m running out of things to do.