For my last Drama assignment, we were told to write a one-page monologue about how Covid has affected us. Now, I haven’t had writing inspiration since we got out of school two months ago, but I had to do this assignment. My teacher gave us pointers, and I said “Well, it’s all or nothing”, so I just wrote it.
I am honestly kinda proud of how extra I made this sound, and it was a lot easier than I originally expected, so I’m gonna share it. (Please keep in mind that my mindset was ‘if it’s not good enough for Tumblr, you’re not writing good enough’)
Have patience? You expect me to still have patience? That’s a terrible idea, really, trusting me with the ability to do that. At first, sure, sure, patience was still a word that could be made sense of in my brain. It was only three weeks at first, and then we would be back. But then there was more. Those three weeks turned into like two months. Two months! Do you have any fathomable capability of understanding what that meant? Do you? I’ll tell you what it meant.
Track season? Gone. Nonexistent, what was track again? Our 8th grade trip was cancelled too! Seeing friends on their birthdays? Or just hanging out with them in general? Hah. Gone. Zero possibility. Then, our Strings trip, which was literally 5 days after my birthday mind you, was blown into the world of cancellation, along with our last concert of the year and our 8th grade class’ last one ever in middle school. And another thing! My birthday: my wonderful, glorious 14th birthday. Mom had a huge trip planned for her and I to take the family on, and I would’ve missed an entire week of school, had my birthday off (remember it’s on Memorial Day) and then came back for EOG’s.
We were originally exited. I had hope and patience then. Even if school was out until the 15th, that didn’t necessarily mean that our trip was cancelled, I could still have friends over, and when I came back I wouldn’t have to have EOG’s right after my birthday! The nerve that this virus has to wipe any possibility of doing anything on that day, ooh it has some nerve.
I thought of another one: the 8th grade formal. Now, while ‘it’s just another dance’ and ‘it’s not as important as prom or homecoming’, I was still exited. Dresses and nice attire, and a special way to end our last year seemed like a lot of fun.
And finally! The thing that was right next to my birthday on my list of upcoming excitements: Graduation. Strings and Band were going to play together for the first time in three years, and I wanted to talk to Mrs. Tant about doing something with Glee. We were going to have awards for everyone, and NHD participants were going to be recognized, and I was so happy for everyone.
All in all, I hate this. My anxiety welcomes the peace of not having to deal with people, but there’s only so much time I can be around both sides of my family and siblings before I go insane. Let’s just hope I can start 9th grade in person.