I joined Greek life to feel more at home on campus, but I feel more disconnected and distant than ever before.
I let go of the feelings of uncleanliness, of the doubts and the questioning. My reality was a period of coronavirus isolation. And that was OK.
Miami administrators say they want to protect our health as well as our reputation as a university. That leaves us with a lot of questions – not just for the university, but for everyone. What’s the cost?
I just … am now at the start of the third decade of my life. But right now, I guess it all feels relative.
The constant reminders, buzzes and notifications caused my mental health to suffer, and I’m not alone.
Let me spell it out for you: coronavirus isn’t your excuse to be a jerk.
Yes, my name is Rebecca, but friends call me Bex, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got a hex, but I’m also not alone.
In a time like this, there are so many issues the media has to cover that genuinely can’t be blown out of proportion, even if it tried.
As humans, we crave social connectivity and interaction, and much of that was taken away in a matter of days before we had time to contemplate, much less accept it.
It was very refreshing to see a lot of people say such nice and positive things about the students because growing up, I heard a lot of awful stories about them.
I saw journalism not as dead, but as the perfect platform for me to inform and give a voice to the voiceless.
As the late, great comedian George Carlin said in his last stand-up before his death “If you’re worried about your children, leave them the fuck alone.”
Like the groceries we buy at the store, we can either say yes to all these invigorating experiences and make the most of them, or we can squander them.
When I wasn’t scrolling through my feed, I felt like I was missing out. When I was scrolling through my feed, I felt like I was missing out. I couldn’t win.
Although I internally stressed over the encroaching perils to my grades, I couldn’t motivate myself to properly study.
I know that I’m young and healthy, so the chances of me dying from the coronavirus are slim, but I still find myself going over the what-if’s late at night.
Is it killing me that I’m in Florida, literally a five-minute drive from the beach, and I can’t go soak up the sun and splash in some waves? Absolutely. But I won’t risk my health or the health of others just to get some rays.
This week, we’re introducing a new series called, “Thoughts from Quarantine.” Every week, three of our editors will answer a variation of this simple question: “How are you feeling?” This week’s prompt is, “How are you feeling about the differences between your previously normal routine and new reality?”
It’s easy to lose perspective as a college student. It’s also easy to feel nostalgic — both as a college senior and a writer.
Now, our big adventure involves a lot of social distancing and stocking up on baby wipes (Kroger was out of toilet paper when we went).