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Quarantine Log – May 25, 2021 – Bridget Belden
May 25, 2021
Day one of quarantine has been – decent. Honestly, I’m pretty sure the isolation has reached my brain. I tried to work, I really did, but it seemed altogether – impossible. So, instead, I think I got in this whole week’s worth of gym homework. I ran three miles on the treadmill in 45 minutes and twenty seconds (yes, I counted). Did you know that to run ¼ of a mile at a pace of 4mph it should take 3 minutes and 45 seconds – mental math on the treadmill with Bridget! I took my dog on three walks – even though she loves walks, I think she got a little tired after the first two. I spent like thirty minutes doing sit-ups, push-ups, and other random exercises. On another note, I don’t normally exercise that much.
For lunch I made a hotdog and ate it with only mustard – I started doing this when we were online after spring break, because I kept watching videos about famous restaurants and a famous deli said that it is a ‘disgrace’ to eat ketchup on a hot dog – only mustard should be permitted. So I tried it and I really like it now. In fact, I recommend it.
I also keep checking the time so that I know what class I would be in at that time. It’s like a weird instinct and it makes me sad because I know that my seat is vacant while all the others are filled with my fellow peers. I also checked my attendance totals and the school has already marked me excused for the rest of the week and next week.
Luckily, nothing big is due today – so that’s great. I also found out that even my teacher knows barely anything about how I’m going to take the credit test when I get back. But Mrs. Baumann made a Google Meet so that Abby and I can join the book club discussion! Maybe I’ll make cookies tomorrow so that I’ll have my own snack.
I did talk to Abby a couple of times during the day. But even though I can go on walks, talk to friends, and participate in book club, I still feel isolated. It’s like the school has placed me in a large cage with my four younger brothers, parents, and dog.
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