A letter from June 22nd, 2020

Dear Future Danae, What a crazy year 2020 has been. When this whole thing started back in January I was convinced that 2020 was gonna be my year. Now June 22, 2020 I’m not quite sure about that. It all started March 13 I think it was the Friday we were supposed to be at Albany for youth and government. It was supposed to be my first year as a justice but that didn’t happen. YAG was probably canceled on Tuesday and by Friday we weren’t having school for the next month. It was online school every single day, filled with Google meets and lots and lots of notetaking. Virtual cello, virtual crew workouts, virtual LIT Zooms, everything was online. I thought it was only gonna last for maybe a month. At first I was kind of happy, I thought it would be a nice break from school and hard work, but boy was I wrong. Sure it was a little less work, but it sucked 10 times more because I didn’t get to see my friends in the hallway, eat lunch with them, play badminton with Marina, or go to crew every day. It lasted for the rest of the school year. My birthday, the rest of my sophomore year, and so many other things were spent in quarantine. Now, it’s a little better. I’ve been able to hang out with some of my friends, me and Adriana made another jazz ladies, and have had a few sleepovers. Today actually, I finally got my permit. It was only three months late but better late than never. This summer everything got canceled. The worst part is that I won’t be a CIT for Camp Stella Maris this summer. It is my favorite place, and this will be the first time I haven’t gone to it since I was nine. Next year, I’m going to apply to be a counselor. I really hope I make it It was only three months late but better late than never. This summer everything got canceled. The worst part is that I won’t be a CIT for Camp Stella Maris this summer. It is my favorite place, and this will be the first time I haven’t gone to it since I was nine. Next year, I’m going to apply to be a counselor. I really hope I make it because If not, I don’t know what I will do with myself. Junior year is coming up quick, And I’m nervous. It’s supposed to be the hardest year, and if it’s online I don’t know how well I will do. When you get this letter you will be 21, a real adult who can legally drink. Do you remember the first time you got drunk, it was just a few weeks ago actually. It was with Molly 🎺 anAnd I’m nervous. It’s supposed to be the hardest year, and if it’s online I don’t know how well I will do. When you get this letter you will be 21, a real adult who can legally drink. Do you remember the first time you got drunk, it was just a few weeks ago actually. It was with Molly and Amaya In a tent in Molly’s backyard. It was a pretty fun time I have to say. What’s college like? I hope you’re somewhere good and having a fun time. Well, that’s it I guess. See you later. Hope you have a good life? I don’t know this is very strange but hopefully this letter finds you when you’re in a better place than right now, hopefully not still in quarantine. I hope you’re somewhere good and having a fun time. Well, that’s it I guess. See you later. Hope you have a good life? I don’t know this is very strange but hopefully this letter finds you when you’re in a better place than right now, hopefully not still in quarantine💕