Opinion: Dear Quarantine
Anushka Mukherjee | Staff Writer
We hate you.
Gosh, where do we even begin to explain how much you have messed up our lives? Everything was going great. We were on our way to finishing the final stretch of our high school career. But then you came in armed with the perfect ammunition – orders and regulations.
We will never get to experience our last day of school. We will never get to experience our last sporting event. We will never get to experience our last dance. We will never get to walk across the stage and accept our diploma. We will never get to see our parents’ faces beaming with pride and joy. We will never get to say goodbye to the teachers and mentors who guided us over the last four years.
Who gave you the right to rob us of our accomplishments and make us feel like we worked hard for nothing?
But we can never completely hate you because you reminded us what it means to live. You forced us to remember what it means to be human. You forced us to remember what it means to be thankful. You forced us to remember who Mother Nature is. You forced us to remember to take care of each other. To take care of ourselves. Maybe because you heard our silent pleas for help. Maybe because you heard our souls crying to feel in touch with humanity again. As much as we want to hate you, we can’t. It’s because of you that we have had the privilege of having more time with our families. It’s because of you that we fell back in love with our passions. It’s because of you that we finally had some time to breathe.
In these last few months, we have felt broken yet healed. We have felt sad yet happy. We have felt disheartened yet hopeful. In this horrifically endless time loop, we have been conflicted because we don’t know whether to thank you for all that we gained because of you or hate you because of all that we lost.
You changed the concept of time and for that we are thankful. We are not losing sleep over tests, sports, AP classes, extracurriculars, etc. After ages, we are not running behind time trying to keep up with society’s standards of what we should be doing and who we should be. We no longer feel anxious about having the time and using it for ourselves. The voices in the back of our minds, the ones that used to tell us to stay ten steps ahead and never stop, are lost in your chaos. Now it’s just us and the silence that demands nothing but our wellbeing.
We hate you, but we respect you.
Class of 2020
P.S: We hope to never see you again.