Erica Zendell

Mar 12, 2021

6 min read

COVID-19, one year later

There are some days that will stick with you, that you remember exactly where you were and who you were when it all happened. A few particular days come to mind for me, approaching the one year anniversary since America began its pandemic shutdowns.

When 9/11 happened, I was in my first week attending a middle school just over the bridge from New York City. I heard the news via my sixth grade Spanish class. A plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. There would be no summer reading group discussion in the afternoon. Our parents would be picking all of us up shortly. At the time, I…