My Covid Birthday
“Prisha! Pack your bag! We are going to the beach for your birthday!” My mom declares. It was true, my 8th birthday was coming up. I am always super excited for my birthday and wait...
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“Prisha! Pack your bag! We are going to the beach for your birthday!” My mom declares. It was true, my 8th birthday was coming up. I am always super excited for my birthday and wait for it all year long. This year, however, I didn't know what to expect. I couldn't meet my friends and celebrate with them due to Covid. So, when I heard we were going to the beach, I was SOOO excited! “Okay!
It all started on a chilly Wednesday night when my mom and I were looking at the weather app because we wanted to check if it would rain the next day. My mom and I noticed that there was a warning saying it might snow the next day. I was uninterested but had some hope. On Thursday, it snowed! I then felt an urge of curiosity. How do meteorologists predict the weather? I thought.
Pandemic Echoes
by Sofie Dardzinski, 10
An invisible enemy has changed our lives. Lives
lost, all too soon. Soon
slinks fear, that we contain in isolation. Isolation
bringing bitter loneliness; thoughts echoing. Echoing
around the world, clouds of chaos and uncertainty. Uncertainty
in each other, infected with suspicion. Suspicion
of one another, seems like our jobs.
This year I watched the whole election. I have wanted to know what it’s like to live in the White House. I’ve heard there are like 50 bathrooms. I want to know the truth about living in the White House.
History
The White House was built on October 13, 1792. The White House and its grounds are 18 acres big. It is located on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C.
I sat in the taxi staring at the screen, as I usually did, watching a scene showing several Chinese people wearing masks. The taxi TV blared, “the Coronavirus rages through China, enhancing the possibility that it will spread to America!”
“Dad,” I asked. “What is the Coronavirus?” He turned to me nervously, as if I had asked where babies come from or if Santa Claus was real.
2020
The year started fine
then the problems came in a line
The masks were slapped on
The schools were knocked out
The toilet paper went bye
The deaths said "hi"
It expanded, it grew
The house became our world
Our world had changed
It was rearranged
My life became small
Everything on a call
My whole life on a screen
Wait there's a vaccine?
I was sitting on my soft bed, and was finishing up with my online classes. I preferred to work on my bed. It was a lot more comfy than a chair anyway. I was in 5th grade and I’d be going to middle school in several months. It was a warm late May day and I had just finished my class when my mom opened my creaky door and slowly shuffled into my room.
“Idan, are you done with your classes?
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My family’s house in Connecticut was massive. It had a huge green backyard, with the woods behind it. You could often find my family in the sunroom, where so much light comes in. It was a great place to relax, but also it was good if you kind of just wanted a little alone time. The almost constant sunshine made it a serene area, a room where only good energy may enter.
At the time, I was just three years old. My mom, the doctor, and me. The doctor approached me with the flu shot in her hand, and I squirmed in my seat. She got the shot ready, and gently took my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited... I yanked my arm away just as the needle entered my arm. I had not gotten the shot, but I felt a small pain, like a pinch.