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During the coronavirus pandemic, our lives have changed dramatically. For some of us, this has meant significant changes to our personal, family, and community lives. You might have spent time caring for people around you. You might have spent more time on academic work than usual. You might have been able to use this as an opportunity for growth in other ways. Please tell us about two or three of the most significant things that have taken your time during the pandemic. (limit 900 characters)
When the bitter reality of the pandemic finally settled in, I felt powerless. Lusting for control, I sought refuge in my eating disorder; after six grueling years of recovery, I relapsed. In May, I was rushed to the hospital due to malnutrition. After being diagnosed with an autoimmune disease, I knew if my habits didn't change, I'd be dead within the month. I turned to art for solace; painting my problems on a canvas made them feel less intimidating. I quickly accumulated an abundance of oil paintings, begging for their tales to be told. Quarantine granted me the time to reopen my art business after neglecting it to focus on school during grade 11. I began marching the streets eagerly with my mask on and an overflowing bag of canvases. I sold 12 pieces and made over a hundred dollars. I thank this pandemic every day for gifting me the stories currently being told on 12 strangers' walls.
the important things I've done during COVID-19
During the coronavirus pandemic, our lives have changed dramatically. For some of us, this has meant significant changes to our personal, family, and community lives. You might have spent time caring for people around you. You might have spent more time on academic work than usual. You might have been able to use this as an opportunity for growth in other ways. Please tell us about two or three of the most significant things that have taken your time during the pandemic. (limit 900 characters)
When the bitter reality of the pandemic finally settled in, I felt powerless. Lusting for control, I sought refuge in my eating disorder; after six grueling years of recovery, I relapsed. In May, I was rushed to the hospital due to malnutrition. After being diagnosed with an autoimmune disease, I knew if my habits didn't change, I'd be dead within the month. I turned to art for solace; painting my problems on a canvas made them feel less intimidating. I quickly accumulated an abundance of oil paintings, begging for their tales to be told. Quarantine granted me the time to reopen my art business after neglecting it to focus on school during grade 11. I began marching the streets eagerly with my mask on and an overflowing bag of canvases. I sold 12 pieces and made over a hundred dollars. I thank this pandemic every day for gifting me the stories currently being told on 12 strangers' walls.
