Yesterday I got my second COVID vaccine! I’m glad that it seems we’re finally coming out of this.
On the negative side, I had chills today and my teeth REALLY hurt. I spent most of the day doing nothing (the post I published today, I had scheduled a few days ago). It’s worth it, though, for contributing to the pandemic’s end, and the side effects will probably (I hope!) be gone by tomorrow.
Hopefully, the vaccines are approved for ages 12 and under soon. It’ll be so weird not wearing masks around people, but if there’s one thing we learned from these years, it’s that change is important, and so is the ability to adapt to it.
This is a spoken-word poem I wrote about the pandemic. It looks a little long, but it only has a few words per line. It’s better when heard in-person, in my opinion, but I’d appreciate it if you read it anyway because it’s probably the best poem I’ve ever written. (Not that that’s much of an accomplishment, since I’ve written like 4 poems after third grade.)
If it was summer and I wasn’t busy with school, I would challenge myself to write one poem a day for the whole month. But I don’t think I can physically accomplish that with the measly 24 hours a day we are given. So today I will share this poem that I wrote. I will also try to write a few other poems this month.
The poem today represents what I expect this month will bring, just like the rest of the past year. But it won’t be too bad. Here it is: Ode to Solitude.
147. That’s how many posts I’ve made on this blog.
70,770. That’s how many words I’ve written on this blog.
698. That’s how many times I’ve clicked a zoom link to a virtual class.
∞. That’s how many hours I’ve spent in front of a screen.
418. That’s how many days I’ve been familiar with the term “mask up.” “Unprecedented.” “Pandemic.”
365. That’s how many days it’s been since I started this blog.
So slow, so fast. The year arrived and escaped. (Or did we escape from it?)
I learned a lot in the past year. I could go back to my first post and point out every mistake I made.
But I won’t do that. I’ll leave my younger self in peace and pride.
I can confidently say this past year was the weirdest of my life.
But (and I acknowledge my privilege in saying this) it was also one of the best.
I learned a lot this year.
How there was such a thing as cloth masks.
How when the world finds out they’re going to be in their house for an indefinite period of time, I guess their first thought is toilet paper.
How a birthday can still be amazing even when you talk over Zoom and sing on the sidewalk.
How although we as humans have caused global warming, littered the earth, been careless and unsafe, and hurt others in countless ways, we always manage to find the good.
I’m glad to let go of this year. It is one I will always remember.
If not for the pandemic, I wouldn’t have started this blog.
I wouldn’t have made so many new friends.
I wouldn’t have realized how much I like school.
I am happy to say that Words on Key, a project I thought would only last a month, is still going, even if I can’t write something every day or every week. And hopefully, I will be writing another post on March 20th, 2022. Hopefully then, I can say that everything happening now is behind us.
But for now, I’m happy to be safe and well. To be able to go to school, even just a little. To have a place where I can share my thoughts and writings like these with the world and be proud of them.
So…SARS-CoV-2 (the virus)/COVID-19 (the disease) hasn’t stopped since the last time I wrote about it. My school is still closed. Nothing much new has happened there, besides the fact that I now will for sure have school off the week of March 30. But I’m going to provide my insight on the whole thing.
First of all, we really need to set some vocabulary terms straight.
adj. (of a disease) prevalent over a whole country or the world.
n. an outbreak of a pandemic disease.
“the results may have been skewed by an influenza pandemic”
n. a widespread occurrence of an infectious disease in a community at a particular time. “a flu epidemic”
adj. the nature of an epidemic.
“shoplifting has reached epidemic proportions”
Even more importantly and commonly-mistaken are the terms quarantine, isolation, and social distancing. In this case, a quarantine is when you are…