Well, it's certainly interesting, all the shit that's been going on. I was just minding my own business, trying to get through year 12 like every other HSC student, and then we hit the pandemic.
You know, when I said that I didn't want to go to school anymore, this is NOT what I meant. I meant I wanted to wake up, holding my HSC in my hand and acceptance letters from universities. What I did NOT mean was to have to try to learn about the nature of light through a blur of tears, sitting at a desktop at home. What do you MEAN, dsinθ=mλ?
But, there have been the plus-sides to schooling from home. Namely, Nintendogs. During English at school, I would usually be scribbling notes frantically, trying to jot down the assonance in this specific line, or the metaphysical imagery of the underlying metaphor in that. Now, I can just walk my dogs and win Nintendogs competitions. Who knew that T.S. Eliot poetry could be so fascinating?
School aside, it is eerie. Walking into the retail shop that I work at on weekends, seeing the Perspex around the registers, all the signs for social distancing and aisle number restrictions, and the hand-sanitizer bottle that is legitimately tethered to the desk so that people don't steal them.
It's a scary new world, and I don't know where we're going to be left when this all blows over. The losses are inconceivable, and the world will genuinely not be the same after this, and I'm not saying that to be a dramatic dystopian protagonist.
I don't think we're ever truly going to go back to normal, at least not when this is in living memory. Even when it's not, it should serve as a warning. Beware of the 20's.