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ZOOM into Quarantine | Aliterate


ZOOM into Quarantine | Aliterate

     Wow! So much has happened since May 28, 2019! Considering the fact that the black plague has basically been reincarnated, I believe that humanity is facing the brink of extinction. The Corona Virus is planning the course of Armageddon. You heard me right, the incident of last year is nothing compared to this year's calamities (check out last year's post on Armageddon). The Corona Virus has officially started its world tour first premiering in Wuhan; Corona Virus' entry fee: your life. This fatal virus has altered every aspect of my life. I recently had gotten accepted into my county's vocational high school and the orientation of the school and the placement tests were unfortunately canceled. 
     On a side note, my aggravation towards quarantine is unparallel to anything else. Shocker, I have to take online school just like everyone else and I absolutely despise the classes. Sure, we get less school work and end a school day around 1 pm. However, as long as online conferences exist, I am bound to hate distant learning. Our teachers require us to get out of bed and change for no reason whatsoever. For the majority of the time, everyone is on mute and closes their camera which makes changing and getting out of bed utterly pointless.
     Our whole school recently came up with the absurd idea of switching from Google Meets to Zoom. Excuse me?! Yes, you heard me right; Zoom. This is the same Zoom getting put under trial for countless invasions of privacy and very low boundaries for strangers. In fact, during the other day, a kid named "Eugene" joined our Social Studies Zoom call. One might assume that it was a kid from a different grade who was accidentally lost on Zoom. The only problem--there is no one from our school named Eugene. The more I looked at Eugene's Zoom box, the more I realized that Eugene was not a child. Eugene was a middle-aged man dressed in children's clothes, wearing an elf hat. My Social Studies teacher kicked him out before Eugene could say (or do) anything. In my opinion, Google Meets was so much better. Google Meets had better privacy terms and lagged minimally. With Google Meets, when one person started to lag, it would not affect anyone else. However, with Zoom the moment one person starts lagging, it would lag on other people's screens too. There you have it, folks, the existential judgments of a middle school student.
     I have so much to talk about and so little time. This week is my school's spring break; in my opinion, it is completely pointless, for we stay at home with a break or not. Yes, it is a holy week filled with festive celebrations, and I understand the people that celebrate. My goal is to do a blog post each day for the remainder of the break. I also hope to continue the one blog-per-week pattern. I would make this a long post since I have so much to write about; however, I need a way to fill up each of the daily posts. Anyways, remember to wash your hands for two minutes and pretend to cough outside to avoid people at all costs. Common sense, am I right?

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