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The Eagle's Scream Quarantine: Week 7

Updated: May 19, 2020

God-like chess skills, and Instagram anxiety. Enjoy the seventh round of journal entries from our very own staff, giving a closer look into the life of a self-isolated teenager.


Eat, sleep, study, game, repeat. Goodbye.


This week I embarked on my journey to become a chess god. Now, I had played chess before- in my youth I was part of my school’s chess club, although that mostly consisted of my friend Maya and I enacting dramatic scenarios with the chess pieces involving love, cheating, murder, scandal, and betrayal. Little to no actual gameplay happened during the chess club. As fun as this was, it did not help on my journey, considering that computer-generated chess moves do not tend to take into account the worldbuilding aspect of chess.

I can’t believe I’m bored enough to actually start playing chess against a computer, but here we are, I guess. I’m not very good at it. I keep getting clapped by the computer but I strive on in hopes that one day my lack of chess skills will turn into mediocre chess skills. I’m not sure when I will ever use the ability to play chess decently but it beats working hard on homework. Anyways, enough about chess.

Mothers day happened. My family and I zoomed and ate breakfast “together,” which was pretty chill. I miss my grandparents. Even with the loosening restrictions happening my grandpa is immunocompromised (is that the word?) because of a disease he has, so I doubt I can visit them anytime in the foreseeable future. It was nice to talk to them on zoom, though. My grandpa figured out how to set a zoom background so he talked to us while hovering in outer space.

I think everyone’s sleep schedule is messed up at this point, mine included. I still sleep the correct amount of hours, but at the wrong time. I wake up groggy all the time. School is starting to feel like a series of insurmountable tasks, like the sims but worse, which is fine, it could be worse, but at least regular school is a series of insurmountable tasks you get to do with friends.

One of my friends got a new phone though, so I can finally text her! I’m sure she’s been really bored without people. We’re talking about going to the beach when this is over, and I can’t wait. I’ve never like, dreamed about a vacation before, but almost all my dreams take place in some tropical sunny place with beautiful, crystal clear blue water. When I have free time I close my eyes and imagine the feeling of soft sand all around me, water lapping at my feet, and gentle sun on my face. It kind of helps.

I wish I had an actual chess set so I could enact stories without any gameplay happening.

I almost feel like I’m reverting to my childhood. I’m doing stuff I only did as a kid, watching cartoons I watched as a kid, rereading my Calvin and Hobbes books, watching content my friends showed me in middle school. At this rate, I might start playing with dolls again. I sort of wish I hadn’t given away my childhood dollhouse. That thing was the best. Four floors, furniture, a TV/fireplace that played music, four kids, two babies, three dogs, two cats, two parents, a camper van, and a car that played music and honked. My dolls were loaded, apparently.

I’m pretty much done with this entry but dad wants me to tell you that he was an inspirational force today.

“I am your rock. I am your foundation. I am the one that compels you to reach higher, reach prouder.” -my father, yelling from his bedroom.

And with that, I’m going to respectfully ollie outie. Bye!