I wake up to the alarm that takes time away from me time and time again
I want to cry because it is already another day that I will have school
The sentence, “At least I get to stay home” repeats in my mind because that’s the only thing keeping me sane at the moment.
I pray, go to shower and brush my teeth then come back to the setup I’ve been coming to since the start of Quarantine.
I look at my schedule and realize I have my hardest class first once again
But what can I say, I’m literally used to it at this point.
I really don’t even care about anything anymore unless it’s something that still interests me.
“Good morning, class.”
No one responds at first
“Good morning, class,” the teacher repeats
The class groans and sounds like a zombie horde saying “good morning” almost as if they rehearsed being in sync.
A few hours pass and I am finally on break.
I turn on my phone for a few seconds and already notice that I only have ten minutes left.
It seems like I have less time to think about anything and I always have an assignment due.
The best thing I can do is keep hope and keep pushing because regardless, I will be going through this process until the year is over.