How to survive to a flying skateboard
Tuesday 17th March
First day under lockdown
This lockdown ends up being more complicated than I thought it would. Between doing homework through painfully slow internet and coexisting with four others persons (five if you count the cat) in the same room, time seems to slow down and each minute lasts almost half a year.
My little brother, being his usual self, occupies fifty percent of the room all by himself. He turns his horribly loud music up again and keeps running through the small place screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs. He's only nine, I don't know what he'll be like when older.
My sister has a pile of homework that goes up to the ceiling, I don't know why she's got so much. She's in 6th grade, I wonder if her teachers are maniac or just anxious?
My father's locked in his room, trying to work with his team, but the internet connexion didn't spare him either. I really think he should take a break, I can hear his fingers tapping in a VERY stressful manner on his desk. I bet he's already broken at least three pencils.
My mother flies from room to room, trying to get my brother off his skateboard, helping my sister to send her recently finished three-paged assignment to her teacher, attempting to organize my work, cleaning the dishes, putting away the laundry and cooking tonight's meal.
And me in the middle, struggling to get on with my homework without getting myself killed by a flying skateboard.
I don't know how I'm going to survive this hell.
First day under lockdown
This lockdown ends up being more complicated than I thought it would. Between doing homework through painfully slow internet and coexisting with four others persons (five if you count the cat) in the same room, time seems to slow down and each minute lasts almost half a year.
My little brother, being his usual self, occupies fifty percent of the room all by himself. He turns his horribly loud music up again and keeps running through the small place screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs. He's only nine, I don't know what he'll be like when older.
My sister has a pile of homework that goes up to the ceiling, I don't know why she's got so much. She's in 6th grade, I wonder if her teachers are maniac or just anxious?
My father's locked in his room, trying to work with his team, but the internet connexion didn't spare him either. I really think he should take a break, I can hear his fingers tapping in a VERY stressful manner on his desk. I bet he's already broken at least three pencils.
My mother flies from room to room, trying to get my brother off his skateboard, helping my sister to send her recently finished three-paged assignment to her teacher, attempting to organize my work, cleaning the dishes, putting away the laundry and cooking tonight's meal.
And me in the middle, struggling to get on with my homework without getting myself killed by a flying skateboard.
I don't know how I'm going to survive this hell.
For sure you won’t survive, you will be a different person after this! Very good story, I enjoyed to read this and how funny it is cause I know the 5 others !
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