Friday Elena H. ’21 My mom and I packed our things, Headed to the mountains. A new experience, something I have been thinking about all my life. We check into the motel, as the sun sets. A view I could get used to. We go to sleep all antsy. A tour in the morning. A college tour. My mom and I had a plan, To visit all the colleges on my list. Written on a loose-leaf piece of paper with a dull pencil. We wake up in the morning. Only a five-minute drive from campus. I sign in, Filling my name in with an FSU pen. I notice multiple hand sanitizer dispensers. More than usual. Placed all around, meticulously. The tour begins And everyone is muttering about this “coronavirus.” I haven’t heard much about it, nothing really. No one touches the doors with their bare hands. Using jacket sleeves to protect our skin.
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