“Yeah, grandma, don’t believe everything on Facebook…”
I wake up, do some work, and now go to bed. That was the usual occurrence before understanding that at this time in my life, I co-exist with a global pandemic. Yet, nothing much has changed, and the only change is that it’s from home. Home is where I have all the time to myself. To practice self-care, have a good sleep schedule, eat correctly, and exercise basic needs that I neglected before because now I have the time to pace myself instead of working on other people’s time. Of my generation, I find myself an average teen, the same as others. I was worried about what might come from this pandemic, worried for my friends as well as a family that has compromised immune systems. I wake up every day wondering if healthy people understand that stockpiling and buying up everything think it’s good when the older generation lives from paycheck to paycheck in this economy. Then I remember that most adults read at the level of an 8th grader. The repeated fight in the political arena between republicans and democrats over an issue that could affect millions upon millions of people being treated more as a ploy to get re-elected by the usage of the media to coerce millions to think in a specific manner, which isn’t for themselves. The repetition is the same old song, and it gets boring, so I decided against watching the news and like researching on my own time. Rather than the adults at my home who are sucked into it, they think they’re world-class scientists after being no more than slightly educated on the topic off of Facebook. Yes, Facebook. It’s at this point in my life that I realized the tables have turned. Teenagers are no longer the simple ones, but rather it’s the older generation that believes coronavirus is a government ploy meant to control the population. “Yeah, grandma, don’t believe everything on Facebook,” is a go-to now. Watching my little sister play with toys at home as nothing out of the norm for her.
I’m doing the same, and what I mean is practicing essential hand-washing and social distancing. Social distancing is the normalcy for me because I don’t go out much, though at least once a week. That’s the part of the routine I miss; I miss cheeseburgers and Starbucks. I think about it at least three times a day as I eat spaghetti for the 7th time in the two weeks I’ve stayed home. Though luckily for me I love pasta. I conformed immediately to online schooling, and yet am still struggling to juggle college and high school work as usual. Between the assignments and reading as well as trying to keep my friendships in check, it’s a lot. I still manage with a few things slightly slipping from my plate. I’m still a kid learning to be an adult; I want that Animal Crossing Nintendo Switch game as much as I want to take pride in knowing I’m responsible for doing my work. My emotional needs are met surprisingly at the minimum with the stay at my house for what is going onto a month now, and I’m better. Still not there at the regular rate of which every person works at, and I wonder what would’ve happened to me if I had just thrown in the towel earlier on, I wouldn’t be able to laugh at memes or look at twitter. It’s the relatively common things in life that push me forward. As I woke up, I did some work, and later on, I will hopefully go to bed.