I, for one, am tired of being part of a major historical event, so let’s discuss something less dreary. Let’s discuss some numbers, perhaps a tribute to the Maths department.
To start this story, I take you back to a distant past, four or so weeks ago when my brother shipped off to Uni, only to ship back claiming defects; the food wasn’t good, too much work, and coronavirus. So, four weeks after a long-awaited departure, he arrived back at our door, bringing with him Zoe, a German exchange student who would have literally been deported otherwise. As the great Mr Hassell once told me, (speaking with palpable gravitas) “talk to people mate, that’s the best way to learn stuff.” Or words to that effect. So, I started talking to Zoe. Zoe, who is only 21, rivals even the big man himself when it comes to doing a lot with a little time. She is already a qualified scuba instructor, has hosted tourists in Greece, is studying her undergraduate in Marine Biology at the University of Glasgow, fluently speaks four languages, and she attended an international school in France, where she developed a great distaste for the International Baccalaureate (IB).
What ties all these threads together is that Zoe, more often than not, says yes to things. She said yes when she was asked to run her Uni’s dive trip to Iran to collect research samples, she said yes when the offer was made to attend a semester abroad, and when my brother asked her whether she would like to wait out the quarantine in the already isolated enough Tasmania, she said yes. Through a series of completely unrelated decisions, Zoe has made her way from Germany, to France, to Scotland, to Australia, and finally, to the land down under the land down under, Tasmania. The moral to this story is that a person I would consider a genuine friend, who is a fascinating testimony to the benefits of an adventurous spirit, stumbled into my life exactly how many of my most interesting experiences have come about: completely by accident.
The link to numbers is that in a certain sense, literally everything is an accident, and in another sense, nothing is. I just choose whichever one makes sense in the moment, and the one which stops me stressing about stuff I can’t control. Zoe is simply an interesting blip in an otherwise uninteresting quarantine, in an interesting series of events, in a very interesting world, and I’ve chosen to accept that her being here right now is a happy accident, so I’m just enjoying the ride and hoping she isn’t calling me an ignorant lanky buffoon in four different languages. Including English, cause that’s the kind of girl she is.
Look for the positives in this period if ever you can.
I’m listening to lectures outside and looking at memes in the bath during period 5.
Living. My. Best. Covid-19. Life.
For the first time in human history, we have the opportunity to save humanity by literally doing nothing. Don’t mess this up. Now go do that thing you’ve been meaning to do but haven’t had time. You have time now, go do it.