The Covid of 2019
Savannah Sandoval
It was a Friday, Friday the thirteenth, the unlucky day in March. It was the last day of school until the two-week break of spring break. I was scrolling on TikTok, and this word kept coming up in all my videos. This word was COVID; what in the heck was covid? I was a fifteen freshman in high school and did not know what was happening. I went to math class during first period and took my last normal math test for that semester. No one even had thought of what would happen in the next two weeks. The classes started talking about COVID. Now covid was in China and the time. Everyone believed that the US did not have to worry about Covid because it would stay in China and not come to the US. Then I went to the second period and my English teacher was running around the classroom cleaning it porously. Everyone literally looked at her like she was crazy; she told the class to take seats right now. It was not even time for class to start, but she was ready to get the show on the road. She began to talk about Covid, and how it was spreading literally so fast it was in Italy at the time. She was going on and on about this covid, but the class just blanked and stared at her like she was crazy. We went on with the class it went by so slowly; like the clocks, hand stayed on the same minute for five minutes. The next class was Esponal la clase, and no one could ever guess what we talked about it was covid at this time the first case was in the United States. Our teacher told us that we will be coming back after spring break. I knew that we were not coming back; I could just feel it. This covid was spreading so fast around the nation. This was when I found out what covid really was. Not to mention that the disease was contagious and deadly. Currently, both my parents were in Kansas for a wedding and the airports were tragic and a mess because of covid. The next class was global studies and the whole class period debating if we were going to come back. The only class that I went to that we did not talk about covid was art and that was because I was the only person in that class. After that, I went to the choir in which our teacher told us that our big trip was canceled because of covid and covid was affecting the elderly. Everyone was sad that we were not going to California and that we could not go tour San Diego. Personally, I was so happy that the trip got canceled and that we get to stay at school instead. I finished all my classes on Friday the thirteenth of March. We were driving home back to Albuquerque the longest most boring three hours of my life. I was watching TikTok and Covid was everywhere shutting down anything and everything. That was the last day of my freshman year at NMMI. It is crazy how Friday the thirteenth was the last normal day that everyone in the world had.