I’m losing my mind.
It all started on March 13. I had a statistics test that I was unprepared for, so I decided that I would conveniently have a doctor’s appointment at that hour. Who would have ever thought that was going to be the last day.
That following weekend, it was announced by the Conejo Valley Unified School District Superintendent Mark McLaughlin that school was going to be canceled for a week.
In my mind, this sounded great. I had more time to procrastinate and cram for later on. As a high school senior who already had received most of my college acceptance letters, this was the final stage of my senioritis — absolutely no worries.
It was unfortunate news at the end of that one week that school was going to be pushed to May 4. At first, it seemed like an extra-long and early spring break. However, as more casualties rolled in, and more precautions had to be taken, I knew that we were all in for a month of hell.
And finally, it began. The quarantine.
For many kids, it would be a dream come true to be able to stay away from school all year long. In fact, this quarantine wasn’t that bad at first. I got to sleep in, eat all day, binge watch every show I missed throughout high school, catch up on movies and play all day.
But when it came time to go outside for a job and get in some fresh air, I couldn’t. Different