Before everything happened, I remember going to school like usual. Same routine, waking up in the morning, getting ready to go to school (I was in high school, my junior year). Most of the time I was always in a hurry, running to the bus stop before I was late. Sometimes I did not eat breakfast. This was one of those days I was going to miss my bus. It was so exhausting how I had to run to the school bus. Once I was at school, I went to meet with my friend before class because we did not have any classes together, so it was the only time we got to see each other. Then I went to each class throughout the day, which were sometimes boring, but my art class was the best. It was fun. We did a lot of drawing there and I like drawing. In my other classes, I was always quiet, waiting for the bell to ring. I remember being home with my family. My mom was cooking African food (attieke and fish). One of my favorite foods. I talked and laughed with my sister without worries. Then I went into my room, listened to music and did my homework. I remember talking to my friends and my family back home (lvory coast), we always talk on “WhatsApp.”

To be frank, I was not informed at all, I did not know anything about what was going on till march… I heard about it at school, people were talking about some kind of sickness that was contagious. Afterwards, I heard that the virus was in Georgia. Till then I didn’t take it seriously. One of my classmates in my art class was being extra careful about everything. I thought he was doing too much. I tried to be informed about it, I searched on the internet and when I realized how serious it was, I started being extra careful. People were saying all kinds of things on the news, and it was even scarier. Everywhere on the internet, people were saying this and that. I did not watch the news because it was too much. The craziest thing was how fast it was spreading all over the world.