By: Austin Grimm

Trapped, confined, quarantined, socially removed. Words that describe the current setting that I have been subjected to for the past several weeks. Living in isolation has been, quite frankly, boring. My days of the week have turned from Saturday, Sunday, Monday, etc. to yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I no longer feel that I am taking courses or that I am even in school. The sheer act of having to call in through Zoom to only a few classes or watch some video with terrible quality is not the pinnacle of my education. Everything just feels completely different.

Stress from family, the virus, dissolving relationships, and professors giving all their midterms now has led to probably one of the most stressful times of my life. It feels as if the entire world is collapsing around me and I just get to watch it happen. The pressure from every source was weighing on me with great force. At the university, I felt in control of my life and that I could do what I love to do; however, after coming back home, things that I loved to do just became added stress.

Although stress started to consume me, I found some light. Making music still provided me joy. Video games acted as a release from reality. I even, during this time of crisis, donated blood in hopes of maybe saving a life. These things provided me hope in times of depression.

I could say that everything is fine and that I’m doing well. I would be lying to myself though. I’m hopeful for the future because the future can bring me out of the now. I wish for the future where I can go out to restaurants with my family and we can have a good time. I wish for the moment in which I can be in the same room as my classmates and speak from my mouth, not type through the computer. I wish for the day that I can be free from this quarantine.