Change. I have never liked it, but I know I cannot stop the inevitable, only adjust and grow from it. When I first heard the words Coronavirus in January, I never fathomed that it would outbreak in the United States, much less shape the entire way we live our everyday lives. Colleges closed across the nation; being an Undergrad student, that means my senior year as I know it has been ripped from under me. How I learn has to be altered to an online format, and the friends I have come to know and love can only be seen through a screen. I am a creative communicator and most importantly storyteller, and this pandemic has not changed that. Although times are dark and confusing, we will see a brighter day, but until then, we can find hints of light breaking through the dark clouds as long as we keep our heads up and look. The following 3 weeks, I will share my quarantine stories in Chattanooga and Dunlap, Tennessee: the dark, the light and the inbetween. Here is my New Normal.
Thursday, April 2, 2020
Journal Entry #2 Why are You Crying Amanda Morgan?
“Why are you crying Amega Morken?” I hear a small voice from the top of our den stairs. I look up and force a smile behind the salty tears sliding down my face, trying not to worry the little four-year old staring at me with concerned baby blues. Fielder Lee walks down the stairs, climbs into my lap and with a sticky finger, wipes the remaining tears from my face. The only words he says are “It’s okay, you can hang up the next one.”
While rummaging around our house during his visit, Fielder Lee came across some Christmas ornaments. Since he couldn’t find a tree to place them, we began hanging them on light switches. That observant little boy thought I was crying because he didn’t let me hang up the last ornament when I asked. That of course was not the reason, but you can not fully explain stress and fear and the severity of our national state to a four-year old. And if we are being honest, I do not know if I could really put into words why I was crying. So I simply responded, “that would be awesome. Thank You!”
Almost a week before that, I was at my Chattanooga apartment gathering the books I need for the rest of my online semester, watering the plants and packing some clothes. My 14 days were over and I was free to leave the house. I was only gone for a day because I had to be home to celebrate Dad’s birthday. But just that one day left alone with our mother, must have been hard on Brother Bear. When I stepped on our porch I was greeted by my brother pressed against our giant front window holding a sign with the scribbled words “Help been in quarantine too long” with all the dogs surrounding him, and Teresa’s out of key singing to Kenny Chesney in the background . I laughed so hard my sides hurt. Leave it to my brother to be able to find the humor in a bad situation.
But do those six simple words not perfectly sum up how everyone is feeling right now? Are we not so sick of seeing the same walls day in and day out? Things I used to take for granted or may have viewed as a task before, I would jump at the opportunity to do now. Like buying a birthday present for my Dad. He’s always been hard to buy for, but this year I didn’t even get to accept the challenge and go look for the perfect Brian-ish present. Instead I had to order it online (which has taken over a week to get back instead of the standard 2 days because everything is so backed up. Daddy didn’t even get it on his birthday). However, there are things still to be grateful for, like being at home all day gave Mom time to make Dad’s favorite— a layered yellow cake with whip cream and strawberries, something we had not had since I was a child. It reminded me of a simpler time, a happy time. So although the circumstances are scary and terrible, these moments with my loved ones (the birthday celebrations, Wii tournaments, nights around a fire) are all small happy times that I know will turn into great memories.
My boys really got me through this week. Brother’s sign gave me a much needed laugh, Fielder’s sticky fingers taught me to dry the tears, not get stuck in worry, and to create fun out of whatever I can. They reminded me that through these times we have to remember to laugh at the small things because as soon as we lose our humor and good spirits, we lose our ability to see the light, and nobody likes the darkness. We decide what our New Normal will be, so make it a good one.
Thursday, March 26, 2020
Journal Entry #1 Medical Masks and Flips
The Bahama waves were crashing, a coconut in my hand, and close friends on both sides of me. Life was perfect in that moment, but little did we know life as we knew it back home was coming to an end.
The service on the ship was non-existent; Headlines from news apps would pop up on my phone, the titles worsening every day, but I was unable to read the stories. We were fine and in our own little bubble on the ship, but fear they would not let us off the boat at port was always in the back of our minds. We were one of the last Carnival cruises before the cruise line shut down for a month.
We made it home safe and sound, but paranoia had already crept in our small home towns. Those who knew we had gone on the trip, kept their distance. I was pushed by my family to self-quarantine for fourteen days at home just to be on the safe side, and I have been stuck in my house ever since. Today marks day 13.
What was at first all jokes and memes about millenials vs boomers handling the situation, turned out to be a very serious problem of people traveling and spreading the virus. The pandemic has led to mass frenzy, leading to empty store shelves, panic bought toilet paper, and medical mask covered faces.
We are now living in a time that a cough can send someone over the edge. As the infected account rises to 8 in Hamilton county, people have taken serious precaution. My mother, the super hero of cleanliness, has started lysoling the house three times a day. When my sister came home with a sore throat and cough after spending time with a small study group in Chattanooga, the family would not let her enter the house without a medical mask and latex gloves (turns out just to be allergies easily fixed with a Claritin).
Although not being able to go to classes to actively debate in intellectual conversation with my friends has been challenging, reconnecting with my family has been the brightside. Spending days at home with my little brother and mother has been the comfort I needed. I find myself never knowing where my phone is, because it is useless when Brother Bear and I are on our outside adventures, hosting flipping competitions on the trampoline, or playing Wii bowling. Social-distancing has allowed me to have time to enjoy and appreciate all the things I have not been able to do in years. It has allowed me to be a kid again. Although my future is uncertain, I am comforted by the fact that my present is full of health and love.
Meet the Storyteller
Amanda Morgan Fann is a photographer, graphic designer and writer, pursuing degrees in Communication and English at The University of Tennessee at Chattanooga. She is the Assistant Photo Editor and a staff writer for the University Echo. Her passion lies in storytelling and her community as she constantly works at being the voice for people who may not feel they have one. Amanda has a love for performing and dances on UTC’s hip hop majorette team, The Ladies of G.O.L.D. If you have a story you wish to share or want to know more about me email me at firstname.lastname@example.org