The other night, my entire family was woken up at 3AM because there was a cat outside, screaming and, we assume, fighting another animal. We couldn’t see anything from the window, but the fracas sounded like it was happening in front of my neighbour’s house.
By 3:17AM, my bedroom was full of skunk funk. By 3:36AM, the smell was starting to make my head hurt, so I decided to roll out of bed and flap my arms around like a bird, trying to move the odour somewhere else, because what else do I have to do at that hour?
I just wanted to scream out the window, “NOT NOW, PEPE!”
Do animals not understand we’re going through hell right now? We do not need this. I do not need this.
I am over this whole thing. It is Day 23 without sports and I am losing it.
Sorry, if you wanted a blog post to provide you with some hope, this isn’t the one. I cannot be your ray of sunshine today. Everything stinks.
I’m just annoyed. Of course we get a pandemic during an era in which people are at their most defiant. Of course.
A lot of people want to talk about how this entire situation will make us appreciate each other and all the things we’re able to do. Yeah, that’s true.
But I also think this whole thing needs to knock some people down a peg, and make them realize they aren’t as smart, or invincible, as they think they are. Enough with the stupidity.
We saw this coming for two months and did nothing. I mean, did we have to look up on Google Maps how long a virus takes to travel from one side of the world to another? Where is the leadership in this world?
We don’t eat a meal and put our glass on the edge of the table. Why? WE’RE PROACTIVE AND DON’T WANT TO MAKE A MESS.
Can we not apply that same level of thinking to real-life situations?
God bless everyone in the healthcare industry. Where would we be without them? When all of this is over, they better get the same red carpet treatment at sporting events that other heroes and celebrities have received.
We look up to the wrong people in this world. We really do.
By the way, it’s about time people finally realized how hard being a teacher is. All this talk over the last few years of increasing class sizes, and other measures to make a teacher’s life difficult, were all ridiculous.
Finally, we have parents understanding how hard it is to get children to sit still and learn how to multiply.
I am not a teacher, but I have worked with kids before in a camp setting. I never liked the idea that a camp counsellor is just a glorified babysitter. It is not true.
You have no idea how hard it is to give every single kid the same amount of time, attention, and energy. You have no idea how hard it is to get all of them to do the same thing at the same time.
And all I wanted to do was divide them into teams and play a game. Imagine getting them to sit at a desk and learn all day, while ensuring they grasp the material. That is virtually impossible.
So, yeah, teachers are superheroes. I don’t know why people haven’t seen it sooner.
Are they unaware of what a classroom in 2020 looks like? Are they looking at their school experience from 1982 and thinking because their teacher had complete control, that teachers nowadays should have no problem?
We live in a very, “Well back in my day, it was like this, so why don’t they just do that now?” world, and it’s ridiculous.
Millennials have been shamed for how they grew up, as if they had any say in the matter. What did you want millennials to do? Did you want them to band together and make the conscious decision at 8 years of age to reject technology?
Come on, now.
I really hope “forward-thinking” and “common sense” are two of the many things people get out of all this time in isolation. The world needs more of it.
It is still crazy to me that so many people never knew how to properly wash their hands.
Where have you been, that you do not know? Maybe washing our hands should’ve been an entire 45-minute lesson at school.
You know how many people have said, or thought, at one point in their life that school should have a “Life Skills” class? Probably millions.
I’ve always thought that when you graduate from high school, or university, students should fill out a form, and basically say, “Hey, these are the things I wish I learned at some point over the last 12-16 years, but didn’t. They would have been beneficial to me.”
And those suggestions should go directly to whoever puts the curriculum together.
For instance, why wasn’t Health class used to teach us proper nutrition? We sat there labelling body parts.
Yeah, great. Thanks for telling me where my liver is.
It’s fine, though, because we can all follow a bunch of fitness influencers on Instagram and tell ourselves we’re educated.
I just want a portion of the school curriculum to be about how to live with ourselves. Teach people how to cook, at least. I’m sure some schools have stuff like that – mine didn’t.
We put kids through such gruelling math lessons and force feed them formulas that are so complex, that they become overwhelmed by them.
Why can’t you teach them to make french toast, as well? At least they’ll be able to go home and immediately apply something they learned. Students constantly think, “When will I ever use this in real life?”
Give them something to use and lessen their future reliance on Google.
I don’t know how this post went from skunks, to making french toast at school, but I’m not going to question it.
I’m just airing my grievances. For all I know, today is Festivus.
Anyway, this pandemic isn’t ending any time soon.
I mean, we probably have to wait until there are no more known cases, and then we probably have to wait another 2-4 weeks after that, before getting back to normal life.
I am sorry I can’t be more positive right now. Maybe tomorrow.
Venting is good, though. I think too many of us are trying to pretend that playing board games and watching DVDs from 2003 is something we enjoy, when deep down we’re just frustrated and mad it has come to this.
But we can’t show that part of us. Have to be strong! Have to be positive!
Screw that. You can be mad, I promise.
Maybe don’t be mad for an extended period of time, but if you want to write a blog post, laying out a bunch of frustrations that aren’t really connected to each other, you should be able to do it without feeling like you also have to provide words of hope.
Not everything we write has to be worthy of hanging on the wall in the living room. Sometimes, the best thing to do is share how we’re actually feeling.
This felt good. It felt right.
Thanks for reading.