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Senior year in the Twilight Zone

It’s Covid 2020, the year of the plague.

My daughter’s senior year in high school.

I encouraged her to take a class at the local Career Center in Animation and Media. She didn’t want to take the class, and whether she knows it or not, I believe she flunked out on purpose. She told herself she couldn’t do it. The lesson has not been learned that it’s what you tell yourself you can/can’t do that becomes your narrative.

What’s killing me is that she might not graduate next semester now. There aren’t the right kinds of classes in the time slots available in her non career center schedule for next semester.

It’s Covid 2020

The year of the plague.

As a group we’re trying to learn how to do the distance learning thing, the ZOOMing, the face chat, whatever. The students who are used to face to face classroom don’t put the level of attention into the distance learning that’s necessary to get something out of it. Their parents, who DO have the attention span, don’t get this and are shocked by the level of F’s that are coming back where they’re used to be Bs and Cs.

In my family, we were trying to recover from the death of my mom and my brother. I’d been in the habit of driving 6 hours once a month or every other month to visit my dad. Then the plague hit. I don’t want to make him sick and he doesn’t want to see me sick. So we talk a LOT via phone. It’s a little disconcerting that he’s essentially training me for the time he passes….but we both learned how hard it was when you are not prepared or trained for it. So I try to ignore the creep factor.

It’s Covid 2020, the year of the Plague

It doesn’t feel like we’re looking at a post apocalyptic future a la the various Scifi writers, but then Mr Trump hasn’t left the White House yet. It just feels to me that his ultimate ‘fuck you’ to us wacky liberals would be to hit the damn buttons he has the codes to…or else someone has something in place to stop him? I live in one of two towns that call themselves the mule capital’s of the world — and I think I may be one of a handful of liberals in a 100 mile radius. But yes boys and girls, we have our share of jackasses in Lathrop. My neighbors , pretty much, have all drunk the Trump juice and don’t believe the virus is a real problem. We wear our masks, coming from a first responder household, as much to protect them from us as us from them. Occasionally some of us try to talk sense into them, but no dice. Airing the newest version of Stephen King’s ‘The Stand’ right now….is maybe questionable. There will be King fans who, when they heard ‘pandemic’ thought first about ‘The Stand.’ At the moment it seems more likely that someone bioengineered this as a way to depopulate the planet. I think, if that’s the case, they’ll find that the inevitable evolution of the virus, may be our downfall. I hope science can stay in front of this mess. I hope there is a special place in hell for whoever set this thing loose. I’m not generally a believer, but I’ll make an exception for that…

It’s Covid 2020, the year that things change. Fingers crossed that we can figure it all out before it’s too late.

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By J.A. Summa

50, mom of a teen, wife of a chief....in search of me

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