Finally! 2020 is finally over, and I can’t say that I’m sad about it at all. This year started with a bang. My 9th-grade year was halfway over, and my friend group was growing. I was making connections with my peers, and my lacrosse season was just getting started. When Kobe Bryant and his daughter died, I realized that I couldn’t take anything or anyone in my life for granted. With my refreshed outlook on life, I felt that 2020 was going to be a good year for me. Then, three days after my birthday, it all stopped. Our spring dance was canceled, and my beautiful green dress was banished to the back of my closet. Soon after, my grandmother tested positive for COVID-19, and back in March, we still didn’t know much about the virus. It was absolutely terrifying knowing that my grandmother was suffering and my grandparents were quarantined from themselves in their home.
As March continued, everyone shut themselves inside, and human interaction suffered what seemed like a slow death. Homes were filled with toilet paper, banana bread, and Clorox, while Zoom stock soared. Millions of Americans lost their jobs and businesses shut down across the country. It felt like a wave of depression covered the nation while our leaders added to the intense panic and uncertainty. Then came the murder of George Floyd and a wave of racial reckoning – the start of a revolution.
Breonna Taylor thought she would have a good 2020 too. Instead, her life was stolen, and the media dragged her name as her killers were let off with no charges. Like many Americans,
I was outraged and hurt by a system that was supposed to protect me. I protested, I wrote, I volunteered, and wanted to do more, but alas, I had to start 10th grade.
I am incredibly lucky that my school could accommodate in-person learning, so by the time September rolled around things were starting to feel a little more normal for me. Unfortunately, a wave of cases hit soon after Thanksgiving, and we were forced back to virtual learning for the last weeks of this semester. However, considering all that happened this year, I am incredibly blessed. As this year comes to an end, I look back at the good times and the bad of this year as I plunge into 2021. Hopefully, our Georgia runoff elections will go well, our new President and Vice President will be able to get things done, and we will all be able to get vaccinated. 2020 is a year I will never forget, but it’s time to move forward with hope. Happy New Year.