So on Friday, March 13th I was dismissed from school with many rumors going around about how they might close the school, but I wasn’t tripping. I thought it was just a rumor and it will blow over just like it always does. But to my surprise I get home and on the tv is the governor announcing that all Illinois schools will close till April. At first I was excited to have a break and my intentions were to hangout with friends and have fun. But I realize that this is for our safety and the virus is almost next door because of the many cases diagnosed in my area. I still go outside, just to walk my dog then I go back inside. It’s tiresome being inside all day. I also thought about the possibility of having to go to school in the summer, it doesn’t sound so bad but I feel like it’s wrong to do that because like, it’s summertime. But anyways, last time I checked the cases of COVID-19 in my area was 93 but I think it may have gone up. That’s all I gotta say on that.
Fifteen beds. Fifteen charts with names, Fifteen people without a family tree. Fifteen bodies for whom torture is medicine and pills. Beds over which the crimson blood of ages spills. Fifteen bodies that want to live here. Thirty eyes seeking quietness. Bald heads that gape from out of the prison. The holiness of the suffering, which is none of my business. The loveliness of the air, which day after day Smells of strangeness and carbolic. The nurses that carry thermometers Mothers who grope after a smile. Food is such a luxury here. A long, long night, and a brief day. But anyway, I don't want to leave The lighted rooms and the burning checks, Nurses who leave behind them only a shadow To help the little sufferers. I'd like to stay here, a small patient, Waiting the doctor's daily round, Until, after a long, long time, I'd be well again. Then I'd like to live And go back home again.