Keeping it real

Right now in the midst of this pandemic or crisis or just another day to you depending on how you feel about this COVID-19 or Coronavirus. I personally don't feel that it matters what you call it because that to me is what sets the tone and the only tone right now is outright disgust.

I know that tone is really supposed to be one word but you either understand or you don't but this is getting ridiculous. I keep hearing, keep a journal for the future, handwritten if possible but this is how I'm going to do it because there are so many things that are being dictated to us as a state, country and the world. Also my hand is killing me and I won't be able to write all that I want with the brutal honesty that I want to right now. Because for this to be an honest expression of what is going on then you have to be brutally honest with everything from the big things to the small things.

I'm not really sure why toilet paper has been such a crazy thing that people are hoarding but they are. We have toilet paper because before Texas went under this crazy lockdown, I think we are calling it a shelter in place. As a teacher though that means something completely different. Shelter in place means that you hide in the darkest corner of your room, quietly, praying that it is only a drill until they tell you that you can come out. Maybe we should think about what we call things in relation to what they mean to other people.

I really want to contain my thoughts to something that isn't horribly long and rambling, but I hope to put some more up in the next few days.

love ya!