Life on Pause


Chesney Pemberton, Guest Staff Writer

When I first found out school was going to close for six weeks, I couldn’t believe it. I heard about so many other schools closing, but I never thought our small school would have to. When you live in a small town, things in the news don’t usually affect you. I wasn’t worried. I thought to myself: “There’s no way our school will close. We’re Kittitas. We rarely have snow days even when the roads are dangerous.” I joked about school closing and part of me even wanted it to, but I never considered the negative effects it would bring. 

There are a lot of reasons I want this to all be over. I miss softball. I miss coming to school and seeing my friends every day. I miss waking up early and having a routine even though I swore I hated it. The thing about school is that we love to hate. We love complaining about it because it’s hard or stressful. Deep down, I think every teenager likes school. It’s somewhere to be social and it’s structured. These weeks off have taught me to appreciate it more. 

The first few days of quarantine were fun. I lied in bed all day and ate a lot! After a while, I got tired of it. I knew it would’ve most definitely not been healthy to continue like that. There are a lot of posts on social media about how we can use this time to be productive and that we need to think positively. I made a list of things I could do but it’s hard to find the motivation sometimes. I can’t deny that I’m addicted to my phone. The amount of time I can spend scrolling on TikTok is ridiculous. Although, that’s really no excuse, and my goal is to do everything on the list. 

In my very hopeful imagination, I predict that in a few months the virus will be controlled and everyone will carry on with their normal lives. Kids can go back to school, parents can go back to work, and there will actually be toilet paper in stock at the store. 

You read about significant events in history books and wonder what it was like for people who lived through them. It feels so surreal living in one of those events and being one of those people. 

The fact that nobody knows when this is going to end is very unnerving to me. Although considering the virus is most dangerous to the elderly, I’m mostly scared for my grandparents. Especially for my grandpa. He lives alone so he has to go to the store to get groceries for himself. Since grocery stores are so risky these days, it’s definitely something we worry about for him. 

Even though a majority of the world either feels scared, sad, or angry about this crisis, I think we just need to keep it in the back of our heads that one day it will end.