Friday, March 13th felt like it was ages ago, but it was only a few months. That was my last day of school. At the time, I didn’t know it was going to be our last day, I mean, at the time I thought we were going back to school on Monday. I don’t remember anything from that day, except that everyone was raving about the virus. My friends were making assumptions that they were going to cancel after spring break, but no one knew that we were never coming back after that day. On Sunday, the governor announced all Minnesota schools were canceled until further notice and at first everyone seemed pretty excited. Even my brother, a senior in high school, was happy. I think at the time we all viewed it as an “extended spring break” which we all seemed pretty hyped about. We all assumed we’d be back to school in time for field trips and the end of the year so we could all see each other again, but I guess we were painfully mistaken.
Monday, April 13th, was a weird day. That was the day I started Zoom dance classes. I’ve been dancing since I was two and competitively dancing since I was eight. I practice almost every day after school at my studio and take all sorts of different genres, it’s a big part of my life. Since the virus our studio has taken to online classes which is really difficult for me. I definitely prefer being in the studio and being able to leap and turn in a huge space as opposed to my living room, but I work with what I’ve got. Our studio pushed back our competing season into September which I’m obviously not thrilled about, because it’s so far away. My dance friends are some of my best friends and I really wish I could be in the studio with them.
With a brother who’s a senior, a mom who’s a teacher, a grandma who works in a hospital, and an uncle who lives in Manhattan, New York, it’s safe to say there’s a lot of ways I can relate to coronavirus.
Tuesday, May 5th. That’s today. Because of this virus, I no longer will take things for granted. That last day of school could have been so much better if I had known that it would be my last, but I didn’t. It goes to show that we should be living every day like it’s our last day of school, because you never know when you’re gonna wake up to news about a fast spreading virus that will cancel your life. But in all seriousness, it really means that we can’t live everyday like we’re gonna wake up the next and see everyone, because we might not. So always say thank you, always say goodbye, and tell the people you love that you love them, because who knows when you may see them again.