Time doesn’t seem real anymore. Not just for me, for everyone.
In our days of quarantine due to the coronavirus pandemic, it seems like all sense of time has gone out the window. Days bleed into each other, and now it’s looking like months will do the same.
There are few ways to maintain our usual internal clock besides making mental notes of days that were meant to be filled with concerts, dinner with friends or Phoenix production nights.
Ask any Loyola senior, it’s been beyond strange to have such an anticlimactic end to our undergraduate careers. Graduation likely won’t happen after many of us have Loyola far in our rear-view mirrors. No champagne toast, senior bar crawl or boat cruise. Many of us had our last class on campus without even knowing it. In many ways, I don’t feel like anything is ending simply because time has become an abstract concept.
But yesterday, time became a harsh, but exciting, reality all at once.
In the matter of a few hours, I “attended” my last undergraduate class and announced my post-graduate plans. And that’s when time itself leveled me like a two-by-four.
Four years at Loyola are winding down, and four incomparable years in Chicago are nearly behind me. I have a lot of thoughts, but one seems to be louder, more relentless, than the rest.
We’ve all heard our parents complain about how life moves too fast, how children grow up too quickly for the adults to catch up. But I never thought it would hit me like this.
I swear, it was only yesterday I was hopping in the jam-packed car in Stillwater, Minnesota, ready to make Chicago my next home and next place to conquer.
As I look to my next metaphorical mountain as a Report for America corps member and reporter covering homelessness for The Sun News in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, I can only hope it doesn’t pass quite as quickly as my college years have. I can only hope I’ll find people and places as inspiring and vibrant as those I’ll leave behind in Chicago. I can only hope I’ll evolve as a person half as much as I did while at Loyola.
I guess the time has come to simply move on. Onward and upward!
This week’s coverage continues to tackle the coronavirus pandemic, with a story in the News section about Rogers Park residents stepping up to make masks for those in need.
In Sports, Loyola men’s basketball head coach Porter Moser looks back on his time playing basketball with NBA legend Michael Jordan as the city has been captivated by the ESPN documentary chronicling the Chicago Bulls’ dominance in the 1990s, “The Last Dance.”
In A&E and Opinion, find an overview of The Phoenix’s livestream concert series “Production Night Sessions” and a call for Loyola students to get involved in extracurriculars.