To be clear, I’ve weathered this pandemic from a more privileged space than many. My college life protects me in many ways, but the past year of COVID has proven to me that my bubble also leaves me exposed to dangers in ways I never would have imagined.
At the same time, I feel my education is suffering; I’m incredibly grateful to be at school, but it’s hard to recall much of what has been taught since COVID started. It’s hard to get excited about Zoom calls, and I have to force myself not to watch movies, TikTok, or YouTube during class.
But, ultimately, I’ve learned a lot from these experiences. I’m determined to speak out if I experience another incident of racism. I’m getting better at recognizing the warning rumblings of angst building up inside me and learning to take better, more intentional care of my mental and physical well being. My small circle of close friends at school has been my lifeline, and I hope I have been a part of theirs.