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Syllabus on the Pandemic Rhythm
Lisa Gandolfi It must start right there. In the back of my nose, behind my eye sockets. An unprecised, abysmal, unfathomable point in the middle of my brain, where all the neurons fire up their connections and a switch turns on. Then I know it’s time to write. No deadline, end date, pressure or amount…
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Tommy Boy
Anonymous I remember the last time I saw him during the spring semester of 2020. I was working at the register, greeting people as they came through in search of cloth or anything else offered at Joann Fabrics. They hadn’t warned me they were coming, my Uncle Tommy and my Auntie Lena. I recognized his…
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My Own Intimation
A Senior DPT Life’s too short to be by yourself. That’s what I learned in my time during Covid. I talk a lot with people about my time during the summer of 2020, just last year. I tell them how that was the happiest time in my life, and I credit it to being this…
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My Dad, The Not-So-Handyman
Annie Kealy I spent most of quarantine in my house with just my dad and my oldest sister, who we had to isolate in the basement as she was a nurse in a hospital that had become overwhelmed by COVID-19. My mom and my middle sister are immunocompromised and for the sake of their health,…
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Coronavirus and Nose Rings
C. Anderson It’s the last few days of December 2020 and it’s been such a long year, I don’t remember what I’m even crying about at this particular moment. I’m frustrated with one of my sisters, I think, (I’ve always been more susceptible to emotional pain than physical pain ) and my mother is comforting…
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A Social Life in Shutdown
Anonymous What’s going to become of my life? I could sense the end of it already—law school, summer internships, 70 hour work weeks. It was ending before it really began. A Facebook post rolled past my eyes: ‘Interested in coaching club [volleyball] this coming season? Please reach out if interested!’ By this point, I’ve been…
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Masked and Afraid
Krystal Rodriguez As I huff and puff against my thickly filtered mask while pacing quickly towards my home base, I also pass others with a polar opposite demeanor – unworried and unmasked. In a matter of a year, life became a battleground with an invisible enemy on the frontline. However, even the youngest and most…
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More Than Something to Do
Frederick T. Pyter It has been an awfully long time perceptually since the day the reality of COVID crashed into my house like an angry wildebeest on Hunter S. Thompson levels of stimulants. The day was March 5th, 2020, and my gaming friend John of decades had come over anticipating hanging out and possibly a…
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A Moment of Impact
Nenad Paunovic I have always looked at life in two ways, one being the moments of impact in which defy us as human beings, and two there is one appointment I cannot miss, which is with the almighty Creator; however, the second one is simply because of my strong devotion to Serbian Orthodoxy. My entire…
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Intimation
Sawyer Regenbaum I had OCD… wait, correction, I have OCD. It’s contamination based with various specific paranoias surrounding being poisoned or dying. I have no real memories that are completely detached from my mental illness. I didn’t eat a single french fry or donut until I was twenty years old because some busted circuit in…
Marquette University Intimations Project 