My name’s Griffin. Around the time I started high school I began journalling. In my freshman English class we had to write a full page in our notebook every Tuesday. These were called “Tuesday Reflection Papers.” I had trouble with the task, but I was always satisfied when I got to the bottom of a page. Jumping to six months later, I’m on spring break, and I’ve just been informed that I won’t be going back to school because of Coronavirus.

During those months I was so bored. Repeatedly I found myself annoyed with the friends I played videogames with all day. To document the interesting moment I was living through, and to perhaps process some of it, I began journalling. Once or twice a week I convinced myself that I had something to write about and it always turned out I did.

At the beginning of my senior year, it was time to begin applying to colleges. A definitive part of the application is the College Essay. They require you to write about a time you’ve been challenged, what inspires you, or what your education means to you. At the time, and up until the moment that I write this, I have never been truly challenged. God, the universe, the androgynous power above, or perhaps just a series of chemical reactions have served me such a life that does not require a lot. I’m privileged to an extent that is hard to fathom and for this life I am incredibly grateful.