COVID 19, Old Journal

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Visual Description, 6inx8.5in Black moleskine journal, 14 pages from March 15th 2020 to May 30th 2020

This is a journal page in my old bullet journal from March 15th, 2020. I had just gotten back from a hockey tournament in the Thousand Islands with my friend Gretchen, and I had just gotten the news that school was canceled for the next two weeks. I rant about how weird things are, how I’m excited for no school, but also terrified of coronavirus and not having all my senior class activities. I think it’s quite funny how we have now moved on from ‘coronavirus’ to ‘covid’. I also rant about other things, such as the boy I was talking to and other silly little things. I was of course very overdramatic and thought I was the main character in some movie about to live through a global pandemic that had no end in sight. Since then, my life has changed significantly, I am no longer the person I was my senior year of high school, as I am now a third year in college. Instead of being at home, I still live at home but am never there, I am constantly hanging out with friends, going to class, working three jobs, and trying to find time to do homework. I have new best friends that I love more than any other friends I’ve ever had before and spend all my time with them. I am no longer a chemistry major, and very different interests than I did before. Different boys have come and gone, and the one I was talking about in my journal I only see passing in the Gannett halls. I still journal, but in much more of a sketchbook type way then a bullet journal way and have greatly increased my artistic abilities. Being museum studies major has completely changed my life for the better, while pre-covid Etta would have thought of myself as a failure for being a liberal arts major. I still have the anxiety that is present in my journal entry, but it has completely transformed itself, as I have learned to move past my social anxiety, and now have more trouble with completing tasks. I no longer live in my childhood bedroom, and now live in my basement with kitchen and own chores and have now better learned how to live on my own. In terms of items that are now important to me that I did not have before are my car, my mini journal, various clothing items, my film cameras, and artwork I have made. Things that are no longer a part of my life are my old corduroy shirts I would wear, my old journal that I never finished, and my old pair of vans I would wear everywhere. I have simply outgrown them and moved on. It’s hard to imagine and write about myself pre-covid, as I am so far removed from who I once was.

Date Entered Collection

December 28, 2018

Creator

Etta Arnold

Medium

Ink on paper

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2221_MUSE_340

Source

Etta Arnold

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