virtual classroom : a journey of many downs
As I sat in front of my screen once again staring blankly at the zoom's icon it brings back so many memories of an uncertain time... As I look back at my academic years, it's a trauma I can't process. It's a struggle I can't pen. It's a curse I can't get rid of. When I look back and trust me I don't often, but if I have to, just for the sake of this writing piece, for the greatness of art if I let myself back in those dark thoughts and let my heart bleed, I might be able to recall a memory of despair. Last year was academically the death of the student inside me. I survived with so many other vigilant seekers of knowledge. If we are asked even we don't know how we did it. We won't discuss it, we won't voice it. But the terrors of it has scared us for the rest of our lives. Fallen heroes of a battalion. We waged a war silently and internally. From the fear of extermination, we couldn't voice the truth. When we wake up and look in the mir...