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Valentine
Anonymous This year, I had a Valentine. However, the arms of someone else held me close as February 14th rounded out. We laid in your bed, both unable to fall asleep. Your room was dark with little bits of light peeking from the window. It was quiet, nothing but the sounds of the wind and…
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James Dean in the Hospital Waiting Room
In February of 2020, my grandma, more fondly known as Mimi, moved in with my family. She had been living on her own for way longer than she probably should have, but we finally convinced her that she needed to sell her house and live with family. I thought this would be an interesting situation…
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Window Visits
Anonymous When I got back from Italy, I had to self-quarantine for two weeks. I had to wait to see my grandparents, and the day I was “free” was the day the city shut down—the nursing homes were the first to close their doors. Window visits—a COVID phenomenon. Window visits—a screen separates us from him. …
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My Version of Intimations
Elena Fiegen Ireland: It has been a long year or so. And in terms of the COVID era, I think I have been avoiding really sitting and reflecting or thinking about. I am still in the getting through it phase, and wanting to not think about the past year because it is hard to. So…
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Intimations
Lucia Faraci I remember thinking it was a joke. I was laying in my bed, scrolling through Twitter. It was February. I saw someone post this virus coming to hit us. But it’s Twitter. People talk crazy on there, that is what makes it so much fun. No one takes that app serious. So, when…
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Memory and Remembrance
Kathryn Rochford Most of last year is a bit of a blur if I’m being completely honest with myself. In my personal timeline, March felt like it lasted 9 weeks, April was nonexistent, May was only a good blip once the semester ended, and June and July were mashed together like some weird toddler’s food…
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The Last Days of Normalcy
Elisa Magalang 16 days until quarantine and 7 days until I got the email from school. I remember it like it was yesterday. There I was sitting in the airport waiting for my flight. I was starting to get nervous because I am not the calmest on airplanes even though I have been riding them…
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Snow
Isaac Anderson Now is the winter of our discontent With hopeless isolation comes no end This bitter snow, the harbinger of loss In the great madness of a frigid exile It rarely snows in Portland. It is not uncommon for an entire season to pass without a single snowfall. Winters in Oregon, while rainy, usually…
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Intimation; Pandemic
Anonymous My parents dropped me off at the airport on the morning of January 9th, and I cried. I was afraid to leave home for 4 months. It would have been the longest I was away from my family. I knew going to Washington D.C. for 4 months, to work and take classes there would…
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Resilient Contemporaries
Dakota T. McFarren I sat on my bed in my studio apartment watching my missed assignments pile up. But truth be told they were the last thing on my mind. As a self-proclaimed hypochondriac, last year was like something akin to a living hell. Though, I suppose it was for everyone. I called out of…
Marquette University Intimations Project 