- Erin Duane ’20
As some of you may know, I am the youngest of six. This means that for the past two years I have been an only child, but with all the perks of being the youngest. I was a queen. I had my parents’ undying love and attention and I was able to do almost anything that I wanted. But…that all changed when COVID-19 hit and my siblings all decided to move back in.
A house that is typically filled only by my voice is now crowded with the sounds of others’ Zoom calls. Do I have an innate curiosity for business and economics? No. But that doesn’t stop my brother who is in business school from boring me to death with talks about the market. Do I care about affordable housing in Phoenix? The complexities of credit card debt? What about consulting New York City on subway configurations? NO! My peaceful abode has now been ransacked by absolute apes who enter my bedroom and don’t even have the common courtesy to close the door on their way out. I’m back to being the youngest which is pretty much scum in my sibling’s eyes. Oh, the kitchen is messy and I didn’t do it? Well, I guess I’m going to have to clean it unless I want to be yelled at for my “disrespectful” attitude. Worst of all, two of my siblings have decided to go Keto, and you know what that means? We are all eating Keto. And…all I hear about all day is their ketone levels. I literally could not care less about what color a stick turns after they pee on it.
I will admit that it has been nice having other people in my house to socialize with and I completely don’t take having others around for granted, but am also having to share toilet paper with seven other people.