The rest of 2020 played out calm enough. Tense, then some relief only to remember that we were still all cooped up while a dangerous virus ran amok thanks to enough people not wanting to wear a piece of goddamn cloth over their face. I apologize for being so predictable, but I can’t rightly get […]
Author: Froswald
26 – Part 4/4
COVID wasn’t the only major happening of 2020. It was unexpected, but we knew what was coming—those of us in the US, at least. The 45th President of the United States, a title that still makes my mind spin when I see it below his ugly mug on Wikipedia, was running for re-election. His candidate? […]
26 – Part 3/4
Cooped up as we all were, we needed our outlets. Some people got into needlework. Others learned how to cook. The world’s largest surge of sourdough bread production occurred while we were indoors, and I returned to World of Warcraft. I hadn’t intended on taking a break, but the game had just gotten too far […]
26 – Part 2/4
I’m thankful I took so well to academia after returning. My greatest fear was being stuck at the same place where I grew up, and COVID made it come true. Everything was closed, there was nowhere to go. Even once things reopened, the threat of infection cooled any thoughts of outings. As someone who had […]
26 – Part 1/4
I’m 29 at the time of writing this, so this was about three years ago. I’d really like to not have to revisit the COVID days, but it did happen. I don’t want to revisit them because I don’t want to acknowledge how much changed. Change is rarely instant, and you don’t notice it as […]
25 – Part 3/3
I’m angry that I forgot when my last grandfather died. He meant so much to me, the man who was one of the best role models for me as a young boy. But, I have to remind myself that it’s more important to not forget the person—and I’ll never forget him. He had been getting […]
25 – Part 2/3
Outside of classes, things got a little better. I still came home to the place I’ve grown to hate every day, but at least it was comfortable and safe. I’ve never been homeless, I’ve never been in the type of dire straits some of the worst off in society have been at. I like to […]
25 – Part 1/3
I only took two classes in the spring. Since I was footing the bill for university, I figured I could approach it how I wanted—and I wanted an easy return. My old major, my old requirements, so I picked an elective. One of the classes was a Moving Image Arts course, one of the introductory […]
24 – Part 3/3
While I was far away trying to get my life back on track, the family I had back home was dealing with problems of their own. Chief among them was my maternal grandfather’s deteriorating health. He had a stroke several years prior, and was already far from the picture of good health. He smoked for […]
24 – Part 2/3
My father and his fiance did their best to help me. They told me about programs I could apply to, and encouraged me to keep applying for jobs. I got a position at a deli for a local supermarket, and quit after one four-hour shift. I really was pathetic. Tension between myself and my father […]