Folders of Time

 

Physics C      ~Mr. Glynn 

The image above is familiar to us all; to some, it may even cause anxiety. To me, this image represents a distinct shift deeper than simply switching to virtual. The way we used to remember school, through memories at the lunch table with friends or an especially hard test, has vanished; the only remaining catalogue of the struggle we underwent tucked away in folders. Each folder represents a new week of procrastination, stress, and homework, yet it all seems so bland and insignificant. Weeks all melt into each other like a movie on fast forward when we can't find the remote, whizzing by faster than we can follow. There are no memorable events separating the weeks, just an ever increasing number until we reach our uncertain graduation. Although we have more free time than we'll probably ever have again, everything feels like a chore, with the same routine being repeated day after day. Returning to school feels like entering a post apocalyptic future; barely any students remain, and the weeks are still defined by folders on Schoology. The folders are representative of memories we missed, little pockets of time washed away by a wave of disinfectant spray.