2020 was a year to be remembered

I remember being called out of class on the last day of junior year. I didn't know that that would be my last day of junior year; I was already aware of Covid, but all I was told is that school would be off for a week or two. Of course I was pestered on the subject due to my Asian heritage on the course many obtuse and ignorant classmates, but Covid-19 never really hit me until the first case came to my town. My mother, understandably panicked as she works at a delivery service, went completely off the rails on precautions regarding the pandemic. I didn't mind that factor, but it was also my job to insure she didn't have a panic attack meanwhile. As the date for returning to school kept being pushed back, I thought I'd take the time to do more art, as evidently I had all the time in the world. But ironically I've felt very uninspired whilst locked at home. I'm an introvert, so I don't mind being locked in the house, but I suppose all brains need a some outside stimulation. The same being with tragedy, as a thought I always come up with my best works of art when undergoing such circumstances. But now, three family members of mine are dead and I still didn't feel compelled to work. Although this event was the most impactful, I still haven't cried over it. I guess I thought I shouldn't be crying around my mother because I felt I didn't deserve to. However on New Years Eve I cried so hard that I missed the ball drop. The transition between 2020 and 2021 was seamless in my eyes and it felt as though it never really mattered. I'm a senior now and although I may feel like college debt will put me in whole heap of trouble in the future somehow, I feel like I need it now.