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Well, I know this is an unpopular opinion, but this felt like even less than a month to me. I've been enjoying myself. I thought it'd be awful, but my opinions have changed. This is not to say I don't miss my friends and chess club, but this has given me time to relax and unwind. I think I'm a more mature person than I was last month. I may never have another opportunity to just sit on the couch all day, order a ton of pizza and watch a bunch of Curb Your Enthusiasm. Now I've still had to do some work, but I've been able to successfully procrastinate without really suffering afterward. The only real problem I have is the fact that I may be COVID-19 positive because I've had to go to work with my dad, who works very hard. But I don't know how likely that is. Anyway, I think I'm just fine so far. I hope it stays that way in online school. Thanks to anyone who will read this.

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Thanks for all the fun memories and entertainment you provided us with during this quarantine!

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This video (shared by Mariam M)

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Virtual Choir: Valhalla High School Alma Mater

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Christian's daily poetry

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Andrew claiming his car as his non-technology related item in his home that brings him joy.

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Alex channeling his Old Man "Get Off My Lawn!!!"

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Julius the Challenge Master.

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Jacob's bacterial Covid model.

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Waseem's initial post.

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Sandy's, Tina's and Vian's epic comment battle.

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Tina's Covid-19 Meme.

Sadly this seems less like a joke now that morons in Florida are flocking back to beaches.

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Sajjad's first random image.

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My friend bought me this CD for my birthday in 2003. I randomly listened to this song today and was struck by how crazy the lyrics to this song predict our lives right now. Listen and be amazed.

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This is day 3 of making sourdough starter I feel like I can use it in 2 more days. Adding yeast to it actually helped a lot. The container changed because it got bigger. Fun Fact: my brother dropped it on day 1 but thank God it was ok because I closed the lid tightly.

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I'll be counting down the 10 best posts/topics/comments in honor of the awesome time we had connecting on the Shutdown Journal.

Stay posted.

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Bye bye journal, I liked writing poems
It was all I had while stuck at home
But no one cares anymore, so we're done
And now we have online school, no fun

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My brother's alarm, every day at eight
All it's doing is filling me with hate
It always wakes me up, he just sleeps
That isn't something I want to keep

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As we prepare to end our last week of shutdown from school, I ponder the fate of the Shutdown Journal and its end.

When should I end it?
1. When the school shutdown ends?
2. When the shelter in place is over and SD opens back up?
3. Other

Please share your preference and rationale for your choice.

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Today is day 1 of making sourdough starter, I faced some setbacks with it because I had AP bleached flour which means all the organisms were killed so it's hard to get the yeast to grow but I added yeast to it so I think it'll be fine fingers crossed. Here's a pic from the top of my fridge.

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Work time, I must face it by now
I've been so lazy, I don't know how
Unfortunately, time has caught up
I need to get serious & be more tough

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Tax Day. But it felt like Spring.

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I'm reposting this video from Christian. It's incredible.

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Short Movie! Don't Judge - Film i Shkurter! Mos paragjykoni! TURN ON  ENGLISH SUBTITLES

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Even though I can't understand the title or the words, my dad showed me this video, and I think we can all learn something from it. Watch and you will not regret
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQQIOMubFAI

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Back at Work
Room 408 was too quiet.
Posters signalling what's gone.
Who's gone home,
who's stuck in the house,
who won't be asking the silly question
or the profound one.
Carl, dressed as a French nobleman
Armain, as Cyrano
the scene I forget.
We will meet again in the halls of the 4th floor
but this moment
this now, this present,
spectacular in its monotony and dread
It will be a memory too.

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Chris never fails to put a smile on my face. He has a great sense of humor and a big heart. You're the man, Chris!

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Soo this was unexpected, but since it’s a challenge, we’ll accept.

Today’s “compliment” challenge will start of by appreciating Mr. Bene. Post your favorite line that Mr. Bene has ever said to you or anyone around you.

I’ll start this off, my favorite Mr. Bene quote would have to be:

“Think more reasonable.” And I think we all know why it’s my favorite.... 😁

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Yesterday's number of responses were less than exceptional. Let's get on this: Sandy B, it's your time to shine! Get people posting.

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Video games, I can play without Lent
For my brain, they don't make a dent
I will play Mario Kart all day long
And maybe play some Donkey Kong

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Here's a fascinating video about language that I thought was interesting and wanted to share with the rest of the padlet.

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Symone always manages to crack me up even I feel down.

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Alexa always makes me laugh with her sarcasm. It's the best.

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Ryan never puts himself first. Since we were 2 feet tall he's been my best friend and he always helps me out when I need it. Thanks for everything buddy!

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Nancy Yousif has a heart of gold. She brightens everyone’s days with her smile and her kind heart!

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Post a compliment about one of your classmates.

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31 days later. First time back at VHS.

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Easter in quarantine, who would've thought
That we'd be at home with what we've got
This will be an Easter unlike any other
Just me, my parents, and my brothers

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Hello, fellow quarantine travelers. How are you doing?

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Hello, fellow quarantine travelers. How are you doing?

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We are 5 weeks in.

Here's an excerpt from Karen Russell's "How the Coronavirus Has Infected Our Vocabulary." The ending is particularly beautiful, so I wanted to share the last few paragraphs with you. You can find the full essay online if you'd like.

Quiet is disquieting on the streets of downtown Austin. For two hours, I drag my son behind me in his black wagon. He is holding his “magic,” a bamboo stick, singing a nonsense song. I feel like we are staging a G-rated remake of Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road.” Maybe PG-13, since the public bathroom was closed, and after an accident my son is now pantsless.

On a distant hill, a tiny silhouette appears, gliding on air. A boy on a scooter. My son begins waving frantically, like a marooned sailor spotting the rescue chopper. “Hey, kid!” But the boy’s mother sees us and leads him in the opposite direction. “No kids,” my son says, bewildered and then resigned. I sit between two large rocks, eating sunshine with him. A lizard does pushups. Two sunburned white guys in their sixties stroll by, chatting about the secrets they keep from their wives. “Hey, nice to have a big guy with you at a time like this,” one of them says, patting my son on the back. I freeze, say nothing.

A mother and her four-year-old daughter join us; we keep accidentally closing the gap between our bodies and apologizing. Our kids want to play chase. No, we say. My son, who has an extraordinary legal mind, suggests a loophole: can they run next to each other? “We won’t catch each other,” he promises. The other mother coughs, and apologizes; almost balletically, we separate the children. My son follows without a peep of protest, a docility that frightens me, as whatever my face is doing seems to be frightening him.

A few months ago, in this same park, I’d look skyward at this hour to clock the moment when a great scattering of starlings begins to wheel as one. Called murmurations, these flocks gather in the purple Texas dusk. Spiky iridescent birds that stitch themselves into a single animate cloud. (Starlings are an invasive species; in 1890, a Shakespeare enthusiast released sixty starlings into Central Park, as part of a whimsical mission to introduce to North America every bird ever mentioned in Shakespeare’s works; today we have two hundred million.) These enormous flocks can execute sharp turns and vortical spins with a magical-feeling coördination. A thousand starlings bunch into a living fist over the trees, relax westward, shear away behind the eastern skyscrapers. With a kind of muscular clairvoyance, each bird seems to anticipate the movements of the others. What is deciding them? What permits a thousand autonomous actors to move as one body, at these unbelievable speeds?

A recent study described how these birds are able to “manage uncertainty in consensus”: “Flocks of starlings exhibit a remarkable ability to maintain cohesion as a group in highly uncertain environments and with limited, noisy information.”

Rolling the stroller down the hill, I wave to strangers on their porches. Wind chimes cast their melancholy spell, as the skyline turns into a pink Stonehenge. Two boys are dribbling a basketball in the growing dark, their tiny eyes peering out from a garage. Nobody crosses the six-foot barrier; you might argue that humans have never been less like a flock than at this moment of voluntary isolation. But I also feel that our stasis is itself a kind of secret flight. Externally, we are all separating from public spaces, cancelling weddings and graduations, retreating into our homes. This physical separation belies what is happening on another plane: people are responding to the crisis with a surprising unity. More swiftly than I would have thought possible, hundreds of millions are heeding a difficult call to stay at home. It’s a way of soaring into formation. And yet “murmuration” seems like the right word for the great convergence of humans travelling through this time together, listening to the latest news with our whole bodies, alert to subtle atmospheric changes, making constant recalibrations in response to the fluxing crisis at speeds to rival the dervishing starlings. How rapidly we are adjusting our behavior, to protect one another. ♦

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Very sad

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Easter Eve, with a 2-hour yearly mass
But we're inside, so that's in the past
I enjoyed the end of Lent & the fun party
But at least with mass, we can't be tardy

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Your poems kept us all coming back. We need a new daily bard.

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This is crazy. A frozen processed meat company is the voice of reason on Twitter.

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Tweets by steak_umm

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I haven't been on here in a long time so its a shame I missed the meme opportunity, but here is mine. Anyway, its 5:06 AM right now and our history assignment is far from done. I don't really sleep anymore and I'm probably dying. I spend a lot of time cooking, listening to music, watching movies, and of course, playing video games. Today I watched most of Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, but I preferred the Shawshank Redemption, which I watched like a week or two ago. If I have to read any more heavily biased partisan media that can't focus on the issue at hand, (from either side) I will officially lose my mind. The Biden meme was very funny though. I started doing my Grossmont College Spanish class online and it's actually a lot of fun. I'm rambling now, so sorry for that and excuse any spelling or grammatical errors. Its 5:13 now. I'm going to go work for an hour now because I take procrastinating to another level. Good luck everyone on the unhelpful test we will take tomorrow. (Imagine practicing a DBQ, which the AP test is actually on. Couldn't be us🤦‍♂️)

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Sadly Bené has finally defeated me and I couldn’t complete his challenge however I still must do my shoutouts
3) Tina Kassab for her Covid-19 March meme👏
2) Julian Jamil for his political meme very clever you guys should go check it out🙌🏻🤣

Finally the number 1 best meme goes too 🥁 🥁 🥁
1) JACOB NOURI for his Gibby meme and his Spider man meme both memes very edgy and funny 😂🤣😂🤣🤣🤣🥳🥳🥳

Congratulations to all participants I wish we could have beat Bené but oh well😓

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It seems as if CA is flattening the curve. Staying at home is lame, but we made the right decision.

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Great challenge. Now it's time to give the shoutouts. Which were the best 3?
Also: wake up.

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I may retire, writing is very hard
I don't even have a homework guard
I think I forgot how to physically write
This situation is a difficult plight

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From an article I read this morning. Re: Ezra's post

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From an article I read this morning. Re: Ezra's post

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Before covid-19, childhood anxiety levels were going through the roof. In a 2018 Pew Research Center survey, 70 percent of teens said anxiety and depression were “major problems among their peers.”

Now children have, basically, a long, strange, twisted vacation. Yes, for many, school is continuing, but it’s not taking the same number of hours, and all their after-school activities are off, too. This opens up a vast swath of free time that many children and teens have never had before. It can turn into a period of growth — mentally and emotionally.

Though not every youngster will become an Einstein while quarantining, many seem to be turning into the kids they would have been if they’d grown up a generation or two earlier, with more time to discover their real interests and hobbies (remember those days?), before childhood got so structured and busy.

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Shoutout to my boy Sleepy Joe, hopefully, he remembers he’s running for president and not senate.

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Confirmed Cases: 1,521,459
Recovered: 332,111
Deaths: 88,613
Toilet Paper: Still have some
Productivity: Gone
Sleep Schedule: Gone
Will to Live:
Hours on TF2 in the last 2 weeks week: 22.1
Unit 2 Review: Not Started
Puppies: Borrowed
Missing School: No
Missing some semblance of a structure in order to be partially productive: Yes
Missing Classmates:                                                                                                 Maybe
Star Wars Movies Watched: 5
Seasons of Rebels Watched: 4
Clone Wars: Bad Batch Arc: Awesome, Ahsoka Arc: Kinda boring so far
(Thanks for the concern Bene)
Aurebesh: Learned

I'm probably not the only one to say this but I miss school, of course the people and the teachers, but most of all I miss the structure. Before I used to have an excuse for my unproductivity: The man who loves us all, Morales. But now I don't, now my autonomous failures are squarely placed upon my own head. Why not wake up at 1 PM, play games and watch TV until 4 AM? There's no joy in that, there's fun and maybe some happiness but no true joy.

However, I have done two somewhat productive things this week. 1: Learn Aurebesh, the language of Star Wars. I know there's no logical point to it, but I've always wanted to understand the posters and instructions in the background of the movies and TV shows. 2: Sign up for an USNA STEM program over the summer, and I'm waiting to see if they will accept me. Chances are it's canceled, and if not there's a big chance that I won't even get to go because of a family trip.

I've also been running more and had a schedule of 100 push-ups and sit-ups daily, and I plan to incorporate a 2.5 mile run and 200 squats into the schedule, but I see this more as not falling into complete physical atrophy, rather than being truly productive. Even now I'm procrastinating: I have to get done 3 or more Unit 2 sections if I want to be on schedule (Please note this schedule began Sunday with one section a day, but has thus far been betrayed)  but I'll get it done, eventually.

Edit: It is now 3 AM and I have done neither my notes nor my exercises

Well anyway, that's the end of this log. I'll see y'all on the twentieth, have fun stay safe.
- 30-30 Guy

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Tina made me

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Your boy made some hot Cheeto chicken bites

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Meme

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If you haven’t read hundreds of books, you are functionally illiterate, and you will be incompetent, because your personal experiences alone aren’t broad enough to sustain you. -General James Mattis

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Watching Nacho Libre with the ninas.

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Got bored, haven't posted in a while, Spotify made a somewhat decent daily mix for once, decided to share it.

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I’m pretty sure it’s appropriate

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In these tough times everyone deserves a laugh so for the next 24 hours I challenge everyone to share their best memes. They don’t need to be quarantine related just anything that gives the people a good laugh. Top 3 memes get a shoutout (since Bené won’t let me use bonus points). I’ll start

Addendum: ADDED BY Bené. Memes must be school appropriate (i.e. drugs, violence, profane, racist memes etc. will not be tolerated). Please don't test me. Thanks.

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Julius: Come up with a Challenge that will get at least 20 posts in response.

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Cereal, I eat it day or night, anytime
The sugar helps me make any climb
We're stocking up on towels, tissues, and stuff
But if we run out of cereal, I will be hushed

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My daughter is 3, and she is better at folding clothes than me. Not an exaggeration.

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Write about a teacher or coach who made an impact on you.

I remember Mrs. Walker's first period Acting class. She was probably in her late 60s when I had her. She was a little crazy and we speculated that she had something extra in her coffee, but it was the most fun class in high school. People would come in 5 minutes before the end of class and tell Mrs. Walker that they were there the whole time. She was the best. Our plays were close to disasters, but it was a lot of fun.

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COLUMBIA - Joyce Anne Walker, or "Ecee," as friends and family called her, spent her life at Hickman High School, first as a student and then as a drama teacher for more than 30 years.

"I think, if you cut her, she would probably bleed purple and gold; she considered herself a Kewpie for life," Mrs. Walker's daughter Julie Frink said.

Joyce Anne Walker of Columbia died Saturday, May 11, 2013. She was 81.

She was born Nov 6, 1931, to William and Helen (March) Edwards of Columbia.

After graduating from Hickman and then MU, Mrs. Walker spent most of her career at her former high school teaching drama, directing plays and coaching competitive speech and drama.

"She hoped some day that one of her students would win an Academy Award," Frink said.

She was known for being supportive and encouraging to her drama students. She occasionally visited students who became working actors in New York and Los Angeles.

Pam Metcalf, the mother of Mrs. Walker's former student Troy Metcalf, praised her as a teacher.

"I think she recognized his passion and love of acting," Pam Metcalf said. "She always encouraged him."

Troy Metcalf of Los Angeles was one of Walker's students who went on to work as an actor.

"The biggest thing she taught me was to embrace my own uniqueness," he said. "If it wasn't for her, I may not have majored in acting at Missouri State University, gone on to grad school, or even have the career in television that I do now."

During his senior year, Troy Metcalf advanced to the 1992 National Forensics League national tournament for debate and speech competitions in Fargo, N.D., with the aid of Walker's coaching.

"It was just Joyce and I in a car, and I treasure that time," Troy Metcalf said. "She was one of the most unique individuals I have ever known."

According to Troy Metcalf, Mrs. Walker was popular with the student body during his time at Hickman High School.

"Her persona reached a lot of kids, whether they took her class or not," he said.

Family was Mrs. Walker's other great passion in life. She was often known simply as "Gran" because of how frequently her seven grandchildren called her that.

"Family was so important to her," Frink said. "Christmas was her favorite holiday, and she made it very special."

Mrs. Walker was also an avid reader and a "shopaholic," Frink said.

"She could shop all weekend; often, vacations would include shopping," Frink said.

She is survived by three daughters, Julie Frink and her husband, Stan, Jenny Bray and her husband, Doug, and Jacque Brake and her husband, Troy; 10 grandchildren Jacob and Kelley Frink, Justin and Tara Wright, Amber and Chris Vroman, Katie Frink, Elle Bray and Dakota and Bella Brake; three great-grandchildren Devon Cox, Matthew Frink, and Mason Wright; and many nieces and nephews.

Two sisters, Virginia Vossen and Kay Rutledge; and an infant son, Teddy Walker, died earlier.

Visitation will begin at 4 p.m. Tuesday at Memorial Funeral Home, 1217 Business Loop 70 W. A memorial service will follow at 6 p.m. at the funeral home.

The family has asked that, in lieu of flowers, contributions can be made to the Joyce Walker Drama Scholarship at Hickman High School, 1104 N. Providence Road, Columbia, MO 65203.

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Drama teacher Joyce Walker devoted her life to students, family

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COLUMBIA - Joyce Anne Walker, or "Ecee," as friends and family called her, spent her life at Hickman High School, first as a student and then as a drama teacher for more than 30 years. "I think, if you cut her, she would probably bleed purple and gold; she considered herself a Kewpie for life," Mrs.

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I remember, now in complete sorrow
The NHL playoffs would start tomorrow
But now all they are is a memory of a win
And what this season could've been

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It's raining. I painted the guest room grey today.

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"You're my second best friend, first place is reserved for the fuhrer."

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Here is something to talk/argue about, if you guys are bored. Personally I will remain neutral until you guys are pretty much done discussing it.

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Everybody love everybody.

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I think Padlet's got it. What's up with the app/website? Slow and broken...

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Remember kid, there's heroes and there's legends: Heroes get remembered, but legends never die. Follow your heart kid, and you can never go wrong

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Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire.

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Why waste precious tanks when they can pick us off from the air like a fish in a barrel.

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Take a look at what I’m wearing, people. You think anybody wants a roundhouse kick to the face while I’m wearing these bad boys? Forget about it!

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If it was never new, and it never gets old, then it's a folk song.

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Post a screenshot/image/poster from a movie you love along with a quote from the film. If you get someone else to post, take credit in the comments.

Appropriate Images and Quotes only

Look at mine for formatting
1. Movie Title as Title
2. Quote in body
3. Image

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Sleep, something I didn't have before
But now I've been using it a lot more
Whenever I'm bored, I just go to sleep
I've become nocturnal, I've gone too deep

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And/or any other Bowie fans

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Mask
Beth Bachmann

During our self-isolation, you send me collages
of God’s blown animals, breathed into, heated

and shaped like glass. Our skin is full of holes
for oil and sweat. When I whisper, Breathe me in,

I mean all of me—the scent of my flesh, but also me,
my god, the beginning of the fulfillment of this desire.

In a mask, you can be whoever I want you to be, king
or dog: muse comes from muzzle, to track your kill.

The plague doctors wore masks in the shape of a bird,
the beak filled with fresh clippings: juniper, rose, clove.

The mask is a type of respirator, meaning breathe again,
which is how we’ve managed to stay alive all these years.

Through the glass eyes, they could examine the body
they could not touch with their bare hands.

Breath can be both instinctive and controlled.
Matisse’s most famous cutout is “Blue Nude II,”

a woman who appears to be made of parts, but who
was scissored instead from a single sheet of paper.

3.30 The New Yorker

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Tonight we got dressed up and made a fancy dinner at home since we can't go out to eat.

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Now that Christian has made it clear that Ezra is a person not an inanimate piece of large paper, I'm hoping he can update us.

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We're on lockdown, it's now come to this
No gatherings, only the essential kicks
We now have to just wait it out and pray
But we don't know how long it could take

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Today we wear masks.

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The Shutdown Journal is three weeks old. I think we need an update from Ezra, as he was the first poster back when it was momentarily on Classroom.

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Is it safe? My cousin still comes over
He loves the house, despite the exposure
I don't know if we should allow this to happen
But it's still nice for people to come in

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In these tough times we need a little laugh throwback to the funniest video of all time