Two weeks to flatten the curve. That’s what they told us. Two weeks, we just had to stay apart and wash our hands till the skin fell off and everything would be fine.

And we did it. And it worked. Two weeks, and the curve was flattening.

And then it became a month. That month became another. And another.

My college shut down over Spring Break. We spent two weeks frantically trying to figure out how to teach subjects online that were never meant to be taught that way to students who don’t know how to learn that way.

We did our best, praying that Summer session would be back to normal.

Nope, this, we’re told is the “New Normal.” I suppose if you had diarrhea every day for 6 months you would consider it normal to poop 8 times a day, but it’s not something I would like to see happen. (Had that for two weeks, I know, TMI) (Thank goodness it was after the toilet paper panic)

Hey, if you can’t learn online, take a semester off! Not a big deal, right? Well, yeah, it kinda is but you’re being a hero here, and saving Grandma. Feels good, doesn’t it?

Yeah, I didn’t think so. So your kids can’t learn because the internet sucks where you live, or you don’t have a computer to start with (seriously, this is a thing), it’s not a problem because you’re saving a life!

Your kid’s life may be ruined for a few months, maybe years, maybe forever, but what the hell, you SAVED A LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m pissed. We’ve been mostly living the same way we always have, except for the stupid face diapers that we tie on when we have to – and “have to” always brings out the rebel in me. I tend to forget that this shit is going on. (Stay off social media and turn off the news and life is a lot better, trust me on that one.) And then I get an email that my college is now going to remain closed through next May.

Let that sink in. Next May will be over a year since the initial closure. A year of our lives that we can’t get back. A year of our lives that was taken for a disease with a less than 1% chance of killing most people. Don’t tell me that this sacrifice was worth it. It wasn’t.