I never wanted to take online classes. If online classes were something that appealed to me, I would have returned to college long before I did. I know me and I know online classes are not an ideal option. Kudos to anyone who can do them, but for me, it is too easy to stay in bed and sleep or forget about them all together. I was content with getting up every morning, getting out of my pajamas, lugging books across campus, getting trapped in an elevator the size of a closet, and being buried in homework.
Then Covid happened. Covid ruined everything. I have lost count of the number of times I have uttered or written that sentence. I never agreed to online classes, but that is what I was stuck with. I added a Google calendar to my computer, my tablet, and phone to accompany my planner to keep track of classes, assignments, and advising appointments. I still forget things. If I am honest, I just did not go to the last week of classes because I was stressed, exhausted, out and more worried about my stack of final papers and projects.
As the pandemic started so did the rumors across campus. We were looking to our professors for guidance. They had none to give. All they could do was what they normally do, teach. They told us what they knew. They explained what little science we had on the virus. They shared their concerns. Before the end of that first day we were told, via email…
