My Quarantine Life
Quarantine was a blast. No, not the fun kind. The blinding, deafening, god-I-wish-I-wasn’t-here-in-the-first-place blast. What was I thinking? Oh wait, I wasn’t. Who picks up their suitcases in the middle of a global pandemic and TRAVELS ACROSS THE WORLD for university? Yours truly, actually. It all started when Trent University really subtly said “Hey, come back to Canada or you won’t be able to get your credits done in time”. But this is how it went like in my head “Hey, come back to Canada or you won’t be able to get your courses on time, so you probably won’t graduate on time, hence you will fail and drop out of university, and end up a total and complete failure”. Dramatic, right? Keep reading, this is just the tip of the iceberg. After a 14.5 hour gruesome flight from India to Canada, I landed here gripped with fear because my brain went into overdrive with questions like “What if they don’t let me in the country?” or “What if I piss off the immigration officer and get deported?” or the worst one “Oh my god, what if I sneeze in front of everyone?”. But the airport had something else in store for me. They wanted me out of there as fast as possible (not that I was complaining), and in that hurry they didn’t even check my temperature. Modern day horror story right? (fits well considering we’re it’s Halloween month) Anyway, a long cab ride later(and expensive), I was back in Peterborough. Fun. Not.
