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Watching The Pandemic Unfold.
Title (Dublin Core)
Watching The Pandemic Unfold.
Description (Dublin Core)
Short Text.
Date (Dublin Core)
Creator (Dublin Core)
Contributor (Dublin Core)
Type (Dublin Core)
text story
Controlled Vocabulary (Dublin Core)
Curator's Tags (Omeka Classic)
Collection (Dublin Core)
Date Submitted (Dublin Core)
04/04/2020
Date Modified (Dublin Core)
09/28/2020
10/05/2021
10/06/2021
Date Created (Dublin Core)
04/04/2020
Text (Omeka Classic)
I remember being nervous as soon as I heard about the mysterious virus unfolding in China. At first, It all seemed like a distant, far away problem, mainly because there wasn’t much panic surrounding it in the US. When I came home from winter break, everything seemed to have escalated. Videos and stories popped up everywhere and the virus. Large numbers of people were dying and the virus was spreading rapidly. But even so, I didn’t view it as a threat to me or my family yet, I just prayed for the victims of the virus and hoped it wouldn’t spread any further.
Come toward the end of January, I started to experience a lot more anxiety due to the media, the information, as well as my own health which puts me in the higher risk group.
I remember having my friends over at my dorm and telling them my fears over the virus and my health. They tried to reassure me, saying the virus wasn’t in the US yet.
I woke up the next morning to find someone from my campus was diagnosed.
Then came two people hospitalized in my hometown of Chicago.
Then all of a sudden people were panic buying. Fights broke out in stores, finding hand sanitizer and toilet paper was like finding gold, colleges were forcing students to move out, more people were getting sick and hundreds were dying.
The month of march became somewhat of a blur for me. My University put everyone into online classes, spring break came and went as hundreds of students moved out. Going out to buy food was strange as the stores I went to were almost out of stock.
My dorm floor quickly turned into a ghost town.
I worried for my family back home because the number of cases there were rising rapidly.
My mom and I made the quick decision for me to pack my dorm. I spent the night packing with my partner, making depressing mac and cheese on the sketchy stove in my dorm common room after wiping every door handle and knob in sight, and crying as he took down my decorations.
I quickly moved to my aunt’s house and am watching with anxiety and fear as this pandemic continues to unfold. I’m angry at the people who disregard social distancing and hold house parties, go out with large groups of friends, and whatever else people who aren’t essential workers are doing out of selfishness and stupidity.
I applaud the doctors, nurses, and EMT’s who are fighting to save lives.
I’m afraid that if I get the virus and my lungs and immune system don’t have the strength to fight it or if hospital’s run completely out of supplies, I’ll die.
I’m afraid of flying back home on tuesday.
I’m afraid that life won’t go back to normal.
I’m afraid.
But hopefully things will get better.
Come toward the end of January, I started to experience a lot more anxiety due to the media, the information, as well as my own health which puts me in the higher risk group.
I remember having my friends over at my dorm and telling them my fears over the virus and my health. They tried to reassure me, saying the virus wasn’t in the US yet.
I woke up the next morning to find someone from my campus was diagnosed.
Then came two people hospitalized in my hometown of Chicago.
Then all of a sudden people were panic buying. Fights broke out in stores, finding hand sanitizer and toilet paper was like finding gold, colleges were forcing students to move out, more people were getting sick and hundreds were dying.
The month of march became somewhat of a blur for me. My University put everyone into online classes, spring break came and went as hundreds of students moved out. Going out to buy food was strange as the stores I went to were almost out of stock.
My dorm floor quickly turned into a ghost town.
I worried for my family back home because the number of cases there were rising rapidly.
My mom and I made the quick decision for me to pack my dorm. I spent the night packing with my partner, making depressing mac and cheese on the sketchy stove in my dorm common room after wiping every door handle and knob in sight, and crying as he took down my decorations.
I quickly moved to my aunt’s house and am watching with anxiety and fear as this pandemic continues to unfold. I’m angry at the people who disregard social distancing and hold house parties, go out with large groups of friends, and whatever else people who aren’t essential workers are doing out of selfishness and stupidity.
I applaud the doctors, nurses, and EMT’s who are fighting to save lives.
I’m afraid that if I get the virus and my lungs and immune system don’t have the strength to fight it or if hospital’s run completely out of supplies, I’ll die.
I’m afraid of flying back home on tuesday.
I’m afraid that life won’t go back to normal.
I’m afraid.
But hopefully things will get better.
Accrual Method (Dublin Core)
1064