Writing From Home

In these times of uncertainty and infinite shift, there is something unspeakably comforting about putting pen to paper. At the beginning of winter quarter, it was just a whisper in the news, amplified by my parents’ forwarding of posts from China. Wash your hands. We’re not coming for Parents Weekend. Don’t come home for Spring…

Coronavirus

Sooooo coronavirus!!! When I said I wanted to live more in the present, this isn’t exactly what I meant. This constant pressure of confusion and uncertainty dispels any hope of proper focus for finals or classes. I don’t know. I don’t know when I’m going home, I don’t know how summer is going to fall…