By Elise Flagg, TIWP Student
I want to go back. I want to go back to the times when leaving your house for reasons other than going to the grocery store was normal. I want to go back to the times when seeing your friends was not a rare occurrence. I want to go back to the times when I had to get up early to go sit in an actual classroom with teachers I barely even liked, to walk down the halls with my friends, to say hi to a new person in every wing, to see the smiles I created with my stupid comments, to take a different route so I could spend more time with people. I want to go back to the times when you didn’t have to worry about washing your hands after touching each door handle, when giving a hug or even just a high five wasn’t weird. I want to go back to the parties blasting music and living life to the fullest, to making eye contact with our friends in class, trying to hold in our laughter, to eating lunch with our friends every day, to school dances with mosh pits that could kill you if you went to deep. I want to go back to living, to smiling, to real human interaction, back to living out our teen lives the best we could possibly do. I want to go back.