I am writing with sadness. It’s over, the challenge I mean. It was not as exciting for me this year. The world has runied it for me. I mean the writing. I know I didn’t spend as much time with my writing and especially with reading my fellow slicers writing.
Maybe we will be in a much better place next year. At least, I hope so! Best of Luck to all and hope for our healthy selves to all be back soon!
I waited for so long, even though you were turning grey. I knew that I would have time to color you over Spring Break. Little did I know the Corona Virus would close everything down. Now you and I are stuck with each other for a while. My beautiful red is turning more grey everyday. We are becoming the best of friends. I look in the mirror and see a new one everyday. I giggle and say, “It could be worse!”
I walked into my school today to go get some books out of office. It was very sad walking into a dark and quiet building. I passed the dark classrooms, full of no children, just their work on the wall. I felt their presence around me. Maybe it was wishful thinking. No lockers slamming, no voices heard, no complaining, no teachers teaching, no running around, no books being read……it was all missing. It felt odd. I had never thought that I would be saying this, but I miss going to work! I miss the hellos every morning, I miss my co workers, I miss all the kids, I miss my office, I miss the love of my work. I miss it dearly. I hope this is over and we can make life work again.
Well, it’s finally real. I didn’t want it to be this way for you. I know how excited you were be a senior. I know how excited you were to go to prom. I know how excited you were to graduate. I know how excited you were to skip school on ditch day. I know how excited you were to visit colleges. I know this is not what you wanted for yourself. It will definitely not be a year to forget, but for all the wrong reasons. My girl we are here for you and we will do our best to make it special for you!
I spent day cleaning my 18 year old daughter’s closet. I spent most of the day in her room. I spent my day doing a chore I didn’t enjoy. I spent my day carrying bags of clothes out of her room. I spent my day listening to her explain that the shirt was so last year. I spent the day hearing her stories. I spent the day cleaning and clearing. I spent the day listening to her excuses. I spent the day with my 18 year old daughter!