So much work to do
But I only stare at it for hours
Sure I could probably figure it out
But it's hard to even start
My hand hurts from note taking
My eyes from the videos
And my mind from the work itself
I miss real school more as the days go on
Classrooms seemed easier to learn in
Even if it is the same material
I understood it better than this
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Saturday, September 19th (188th day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
