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With the pandemic, we have seen many price fluctuations. Prices have increased immensely for some items, while prices for others have gone down. However, today, I want to focus on the price change in gas. I can remember about a week after the pandemic began, hearing my Dad come home from work telling all of us who had cars to go "fill up" soon, because the gas price had dropped to one dollar and twenty-five cents (one of the lowest prices seen in Kentucky in a very long time)! While I have not been living in the U.S. for long, this was the lowest I had seen gasoline prices in Kentucky.
I suppose it is pretty obvious that the reason for the price drop in gasoline was due to the road traffic dropping. Gasoline companies had no choice, but to drop their prices! The price remained low in my hometown for about a week. While it did seem almost pointless for me to fill my car up with gas while having nowhere to go, it was still nice to be able to fill up for such a low price and very interesting to see the almost full dollar decrease in gas. I was left completely in awe of how drastic of a change the pandemic could make in the environment. What I had not realized was that this gas price drop was just one of the few changes that would occur due to the pandemic.
Gas price in my hometown at the beginning of the pandemic
The coronavirus has brought about many different things this year. One of them being a difference in the way people eat. People have either put on a lot of weight or lost a lot of weight. In my household there has been somewhat of a significant difference in the way that my family and I eat now versus how we ate before the start of this pandemic.
If I were to rate the way that my family eats in general I would say that it is pretty good. Even before the beginning of the pandemic my family would normally eat fresh, home cooked meals. We would eat out at restaurants once every 2-3 months! Of course we did have Cheez-Its in our pantry and ice cream in our freezer, but for the most part we tried to maintain healthy eating habits.
However, when the pandemic hit we had to alter our eating habits a little bit more. Of course, since all restaurants were closed at the time, we always ate at home. Also, we were almost forced to buy healthy food at the grocery store because most of the junk food was gone whenever we'd go grocery shopping. We would walk into through the aisles and almost all the prepackaged, unhealthy food was gone ( most likely due to the fact that people were stocking up on "easy" food). Ironically, it was a blessing. My family and I ate more fruits and vegetables, drank more water instead of soda, and as a result, lost a lot of weight while also gaining strength.
Overall, I will have to say that our diet has improved since the pandemic began. We made an overall decision together, duding the pandemic, that we would take care of our health, and diet was definitely a huge part of it. It was very easy for me to eat healthy before Covid-19 and even healthier during because my parents strictly believed in a healthy diet.
We are approaching the four week mark since the beginning of classes. From eating at the student center to studying at the library to simply just hanging out with friends I have noticed many different things making me wonder if we will spend the rest of the semester on campus or not. If I were to give a definite answer as to how I think the semester would end, I would not only be lying to myself, but also to every one else. Personally, I believe that my viewpoints on the matter have changed from my first week here to now.
The week I arrived at the university I was somewhat sure that within two weeks, we would be completely online. I noticed a lot of students going out to parties, a lot of "non-social distancing", and also numerous students ignoring health guidelines when authorities weren't around. To be honest, I was a little worried not only about getting the Covid-19, but also not being able to stay on campus. However, after a couple of weeks my viewpoint changed.
It wasn't till about my third week of being on campus, that I actually started to believe that we would be able to finish the semester on campus. After things slowed down a bit, and classes began to get "intense", I noticed a change in the actions of my peers. On my way to my in-person classes, I noticed more people keeping their masks on, more social distancing, and heard of less parties. Don't get me wrong though, all of these things are still happening on campus, just not as much as the first weeks.
While I have complete faith in the university and am happy that they are doing so much to make sure everyone is safe, I do believe that it is in the hands of the students to determine whether or not we spend the rest of the semester on campus. From what I have observed lately, I do believe that we will be able to make it to the end of semester without having to completely go online. However, as mentioned earlier this is in the hands of the students and their actions can change at any moment. So, Big Blue Nation, what are we going to do about it?
If there’s one thing I thought could not get more confusing, it was college. However, thanks to this worldwide pandemic, there has been a great change for colleges all across the world.
About two weeks ago, classes started back up at the University of Kentucky ( the college I am attending). I was about to leave my dorm, but soon quickly remembered to grab my mask and sanitizer. As I started heading to my classroom building, I noticed multiple signs all across campus reminding students to wear their masks, wash their hands, and maintain a 6 feet distance between them and others.
As I entered the classroom of one of my only two in-person classes, I felt extremely awkward walking into a large lecture hall containing only about 15 students. The professor stood behind a podium surrounded by what I comprehended as a plastic shielded wall. Finally, after an hour and fifteen minutes of us students trying to hear our professor behind her mask, class was over.
On my way to lunch, I was stopped by a reporter who asked me multiple questions addressing how the adjustment to classes have been. Internally, I was saying how strange it was. However, after thinking about it (at least for the five seconds I had to think, before the reporter expected an answer), I replied saying that I knew the university was doing all they could to keep everyone safe and that ultimately everyone was just happy to be on campus.
As I'm sitting at my kitchen table looking out at the dark sky, I'm reflecting on how the covid-19 has affected me and my family so far. For fourteen years, I lived on the island of Haiti. My family and I were missionaries in the country. Since I could remember I had always been actively helping my parents lead hurricane relief efforts, build churches, and share the Bible to the natives of the country. About three years ago, my family and I moved to the U.S. Our transition to Kentucky has been strenuous as is, but little did we know what was awaiting us in 2020.
Looking back to March, I was at my high school's track finishing up my last lap for the day, getting ready for the first race of the season. Everyone had practiced really hard and was ready to take on our first race. We had all heard rumors stating that few high schools had shut down due to a virus that was rapidly spreading. My team and coaches were confident, however, that our school wouldn't soon do the same. However, the very next day we received news that not only was our school being shut down, but there was going to be a nationwide lockdown. I can't really explain in words what was going through my mind at the moment, however, I do remember thinking about my extended family living in Haiti.
As the days kept going, the virus seemed to continue to spread more rapidly and globally. When I had seen that it reached Haiti, I felt extremely uneasy. I knew how expensive, yet terrible the healthcare was in the country, and was afraid that if someone in my extended family caught the virus, they wouldn't be able to recover from it.
A couple weeks later, I heard news that my Gran (Haitian Creole for Grandma), and Tati( Haitian Creole for Aunt) were extremely sick. I then began to worry even greater wondering if they had caught the virus. My family and I talked to them over the phone daily, checking to make sure they weren't getting worse. My aunt and grandma had no idea whether they had the virus or not and with the country attempting to lock down, riots were occurring frequently making it unsafe for them to leave their house and visit a doctor. With the help of home remedies, they were able to recover slowly. However, I don't know what would have been more painful, actually being badly ill, or being ill and recovering, without knowing if you had this globally disastrous virus.
As this pandemic continues around the world, it has been extremely painful knowing that my extended family isn't all together or at least on the same land mass. My immediate family and I constantly call to see how they are doing, as that is all that we can do at the moment to help.
Imagine being in the midst of a pandemic in college and having your family get sick as well as your roommate? What would you do? Where ...