Knock, knock, knock.
I am woken by the sound of a Dewey nurse at my door. It’s not even 8:00 and my first class doesn’t start until 10:40.
“It’s time for your daily check in!”
“Do you have headaches?”
“Feeling feverish or achy?”
I sit patiently as they list every single symptom that I am not experiencing. Then they promptly stick a thermometer in my face.
Well, there’s no way I’m falling back asleep. I am met with the most daunting choice of the day: do I want waffles, oatmeal, or toast for breakfast? I choose the cinnamon brown sugar oatmeal and eat it while contemplating what my day will look like. Will somebody walk me today? Will I get to leave Dewey? I sure hope so.
Once I finish breakfast, I lay in my bed and watch Netflix. Every once in a while I get up and look through the two windows in my luxurious second floor suite.
I then realize that I have yet to take a trip to the only other room I’m allowed in. I hear the phone echoing in the hallway as I ring the nurses station to get permission to brush my teeth. Nobody else is using the restroom so the mission to escape my room is a go.
I log onto my Zoom class and watch my classmates enjoy an in-person class via the Swivl. Their faces cringe as my teacher struggles to adjust the speaker’s volume.
Oh, yes! It’s time for a discussion!
“So the most important part of The Great Gatsb-”
“Does anyone else have any last minute points?”
Oh no, I’m muted.
Knock, knock, knock.
It’s finally time for my gourmet brown-boxed meal. Today’s cuisine is a mac and cheese wrap. As I bite into the cold and stale wrap, I realized how much I miss the Dining Hall.
I log onto my second Zoom class. Derivative this… Integral that…
A text from my advisor! Finally a chance to escape. I get to leave the Dewey to enjoy the last 25 minutes of sunshine before returning to my quarantine room. I even pass by my hall on their way to the lower fields… I wish I could get closer than six feet away from them.
Dinner arrives. By the way, it’s China Gourmet. My tiring day is almost over! I scribble down a couple of calculus problems and read a chapter of my English book. Suddenly, I hear my name being called. I look out the window, and like Repunzal, I let down my hair (if you call letting down your hair screaming to your friends through a window screen).
“How’s it going?!”
“What did you do today?!”
“Will you be quiet?!”
So, my homework is done and classes are over…I guess it’s time to get ready for bed! I set my alarm for 9:35, in the rare, if not impossible, case that I’m not woken up at sunrise. I brush my teeth, put on my PJs, and I lay in bed. Lights out!
There is no way I’m going to sleep at 8 O’Clock. Maybe I’ll take a quick peek at what’s happening on TikTok. I mean it can’t hurt.
I’m done with TikTok, my routine Instagram scroll, and finished with some snaps for the night. I guess there really is nothing else to do. Ehhh… a couple of episodes of “The Office” can’t hurt either.
Okay actually time for bed. Just two more days of quarantine (I hope).