There are now 12,744 confirmed cases in my state with no recoveries. There are 479 deaths due to the Covid 19 virus. I have no words for the numbers I have just wrote down.
Starting Tuesday, April 7th, my school will start online classes. I have several questions and concerns over that topic. How will the work be done? How will I turn in the work? How are the teachers going to be able to respond to 100s of emails or messages about questions regarding the work? How will my work be graded? When will I know how I've done? How long will we be doing the online class? I was happy when I was told we'd have the answer to my previous questions; "What will happen with school?" And "When will the quarantine end?". Now, I have more questions than before and less answers. All I have is frustration and anxiety.
I want to go to work. I want to hang out with my friends. I want to see my grandparents. I'm so tired of this.
We got some more yard work done. Got the shed organized and all the garbage thrown out. All the left over rotten wood was burned. And now we are preparing to go fishing. Yeah, not sure how that's going to go if we get stopped. Officer: "Sir, what are you doing? Are you essential?"
My father: "To fishing I am!"
Yeah, that'll go well. It could be nice to just sit out on the water, though.
That's all I have for today's entry. Signing off.
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Journal Over Covid-19
Short StoryMy experience through the outbreak of the virus in a small town of America. This will be typed out as a journal each day for three weeks.
