A Day in the Life of the Winter Flu

A Day in the Life of the Winter Flu

Kelli Bagwell, Staff Writer

I’m sick. I’m at school. I didn’t do last night’s homework. I wish I was in bed. I feel horrible. Why am I even here?

Oh, the party. That’s why. If I don’t go to school today, I can’t go to the party tomorrow night. Thanks, Mom.

My throat aches, my nose is running, and I’m in an eternal state of uncomfortable. What I wouldn’t give to be home, snuggled next to my kitten, watching Netflix.

My backpack weighs a million pounds and the tissues here feel like sandpaper– if you can even find a box of tissues in these god-forsaken classrooms.

I stumble down the halls, cloaked in a black cloud of illness. Five more classes to go. Five More. Five More. I can’t do this. I’m going to be sick.

Classes aside, I also have a college counseling meeting to attend, an AP exam to sit for, play rehearsal until 5:30 p.m., and homework.

Wait a second, something’s got to give…I do have a kitten to play with and a party to attend.

Hasta la never, homework.