December 11 to 18 is Cornell's final exam week.
The number that the villagers in Kang Village worry about day and night is not only the grade point, but also the number of new crown cases that have increased by more than two hundred per day. I was in it, but like a bystander.
I saw that the school withstood the pressure of many parties, stubbornly held two days of offline exams, and then - it could not resist.
I saw the media reporting overwhelmingly about how this northern school village was torn apart and eroded by the horror of the omicron.
I saw that the students were all very clever and moved out of various reasons for the professor to change the form of the exam.
I saw that the dormitory buildings were quickly emptied, and relatives kept braving the rain and snow to pick up the children home.
The evidence that I am a witness is the concern of friends and family in WeChat, the automatic reduction of the number and duration of travel, and the double-layer mask worn when going out.
(A school's daily increase of two or three hundred is really outrageous!) ）
In retrospect, we were really well protected at home, so much so that I always felt like the coronavirus was far away.
Although ridiculous things happened right in the United States, I had two shots of the Pfizer vaccine in time when I first arrived. I don't party or gather, wear masks everywhere I go, wash my hands frequently, do this well, and calmly and slightly dull as a bystander.
But I was wrong, I wasn't that lucky.
The 17th was the day of my last final exam and the day of liberation in the first semester of my freshman year.
In the afternoon, I finished the test on the lounge line, happily returned to the room, but my neck was sore and my shoulders were sore, I was cold, and after a long time, I didn't get better, I turned out the thermometer and took a dose, and I had a fever. At first, I thought it was just a cold, and my head went into the wind, but I still quickly took N95, ate lotus flowers, discussed countermeasures with my parents, and isolated from my roommates.
A man sat alone in the lounge, with a fever and a headache while thinking about miscellaneous things. The mood change came sooner than expected, and I don't know from which moment I could no longer convince myself that it was just an ordinary fever.
It could be the new strain response that mom shared in the group, it could be the worry that the always calm dad missed the stuffing, it could be the phone call that CornellHealth promised but didn't call back, it could be the various questions that a good friend grabbed me and asked...
It is difficult to recall the situation at that time, it can be said that physically and psychologically it shattered in one blow - the exhaled heat, hit the mask, and then hit the burned face.
I was afraid that my vacation travel plans would be completely disrupted, I was afraid that I would be sick alone in a foreign country, and I was afraid that the police would suddenly come and arrest me and isolate me. I'm afraid of viruses, and I'm even more afraid of the unknown.
I desperately wanted to know that outcome, whatever it was.
(Record of a speech on the evening of the 17th)
I was so anxious for two days, with repeated fevers, my throat hurt more and more, my mood fluctuated, and I was exhausted from jumping between confession and resistance.
Finally, on the night of the 19th, I knew the result - positive, confirmed.
After the video was told to Mom and Dad, I cried wow.
I think it is very unfair, obviously the epidemic prevention has been done very well, obviously it is difficult to survive the final week to prepare for the happy winter vacation, why am I? Why be left in a broken village and suffer?
But I also suddenly became relaxed, after the original little bit of luck hope was extinguished, how to sleep on how to sleep, how to take medicine, how to take medicine, everything became simple.
Since the 20th, the symptoms have only been a sore throat and a little phlegm, and I am also in the mood to find a little cute element in the isolated life.
The uncle who cleaned the bathroom came knocking on my door and said that he had posted a "Do Not Enter" outside the bathroom door, and now that room belongs to me (sounds weird).
The next day, another uncle who came to clean knocked a dozen times outside the empty bathroom door, and only when he heard a response inside did he dare to enter. I guess he stared at that "Do Not Enter" for a long time.
Go to get takeaway (no contact, rest assured), come back to find that the school card can not open the dormitory door, can only go to the management of the building, he stayed here during the holidays. He hesitated through the glass door, then pushed it open, then quickly ducked to the side, watched me hold the door, and told me from a distance how to get the school card back to work.
(What a fragrance!) ）
Another example is staring at stinky feet and socks in a daze; one day waking up to find that there seems to be more hair; entertaining Miss Bedbug who came to visit me; boiling snail powder unscrupulously (I think good snails are better than snails and plums, who agrees and who opposes?). ）。
Although the people and things encountered in the village are not bad, there are some complicated emotions when you are sick in a foreign country.
I remember when I first learned of the diagnosis on the 19th, the school staff called me.
At that time, my mind was very confused, and I didn't speak very clearly, and I heard the gentle sister on the phone suddenly say" "Don't worry, girl."
She said she guessed that I was Chinese, and so did she, thinking that it would be more convenient for us to communicate with Chinese. After answering my question patiently, she asked me if I had any relatives and friends over here, and I said that my family was in China and my friends were not nearby now. She listened to me and gave me her email address and said there was something I could ask her for help with.
When I hung up the phone, I smiled and tears flowed.
Yeah, I don't have a home here, and even if I were allowed to quarantine at home, it wouldn't be possible for me.
However, the most helpless time is a sentence of "don't worry, girl", and the care and blessings crowded in WeChat every day, while reminding me that I really have to physically carry it alone, but also give a lot of warm strength, from the heart.
(Take the sunset in the village to make up a picture)
Sensationalism, but family, I really want to go out!!!
After living for more than ten years, this is the longest time a person has stayed at home! I'm quite lazy, but I hate to see the circle of friends full of delicious and fun and good-looking! My heart is itching! I lost a full two kilograms! Good luck I get fat soon after I go out!
Nothing else seems to be written about. Most of the day I collapsed in bed, in front of a very competent patient. The only serious thing to do was to finish the manuscript.
Today is the day of submission, and it is also the last day of quarantine, the good news is that the nucleic acid results done yesterday came out, and they were negative!!!
Do it again tomorrow and make sure you're okay and you can leave the village!
Unconsciously, a third of my winter vacation had passed.
On the first Christmas of studying in the United States, I didn't see a Christmas tree with snow and stars, which was a pity. But I stared at the stinky socks that had been piled up for a few days and made a wish, and Santa Claus said that he had received it, that all the children with light in their eyes would be safe and healthy, and that the epidemic would come to an end.
Finally, everyone should pay attention to epidemic prevention wherever they go!
Even though we may have been vaccinated long ago, we still need to strengthen our protection in the face of the ferocious omicron! Can't let your guard down!
Finally, and finally, I wish us all a happy winter vacation!