Draft 1: 300 words

When my high school announced that they were closing due to the pandemic, I was so grateful. At that time in my life, I was drained from the constant go go go. I was going to school from 8:30-3:00 every day and then dancing from 5:00-9:00 three to four times a week. I barely had any time to do homework, or even catch up on sleep. I was missing school at least once a week because I would be too mentally drained to go. I remember for months leading up to the pandemic telling my therapist that I just wanted the world to stop. And weirdly it did. Sometimes I think that I needed so bad that I manifested into my life. Which realistically is highly unlikely, but I am so grateful that I did. Looking back, I think if I went 2 or 3 more months going like that. I would have had a mental breakdown like Brittany in 2007.

I remember talking to my friends in physics about the ‘flu’ in China around a month before schools were closing. We were all like ‘The US is never going to get it, like we will be fine.’ Oh, were we wrong? To be honest, the only thing I knew to compare that to was Ebola in Africa back in 2012. While Ebola was a tragedy for Africa, it never spread to the United States because not as many people fly from out of countries in Africa compared to people who fly in and out of China. So, the likely hood of the United States getting cases were not as high. Looking back, we were so naïve and thought we knew everything when we knew nothing. So, since then I have humbled myself. To never ensure anything will ever happen because you never know. It may be a 99% chance, but there is still always that 1%.