By Lindsay Emery
I have no clothes. Yes, that should not be at the top of my concerns, but I have four pairs of shorts to my name in this house. Four. Pairs. Of. Shorts. That’s not even a week’s worth of shorts. It is mid-march, which means that it won’t be warm again until mid-April so that gives me some time to go back to school and get my clothes. I’m not really sure if we will still have school. At least in New York, the virus is getting very bad. We do not leave our house unless it’s to get groceries.
I only brought home sweaters. Almost all of my sweaters, to be exact. I thought I was being smart. I thought, “Well, at least I won’t have to pack those away and take up all that space when I have to pack up my room in May.” What a great thought. Going back to school. I don’t know how I feel about Zoom classes. I’ve never been much of an auditory learner, so this is not ideal.