Throughout the last four years in college, my peers and I have expended great effort and focus in our academic pursuits. All because we had our eyes set on the moments that should lie just ahead of the spring of our senior year.
Instead of watching the sunset at the hilltop of the Piazzale Michelangelo and tasting the fluffiness of homemade gnocchi, I am now writing this on my fourth day of self-quarantine in my Staten Island home, because of the COVID-19 outbreak.
As I’m sure you all know, the COVID-19 has reached Long Island. The virus will also reach campus. This is not a question of “if” but “when.” Many people are wondering how much we should worry, and what we should expect.
Individuals struggling with diabetes (Type 1 or Type 2) depend on insulin for survival. Pharmaceutical companies have taken advantage of this and increased the price of insulin over the years. Insulin costs have increased so much that individuals have decided to ration their insulin per month.
On Thanksgiving weekend, for the first time, I volunteered to help the homeless living in Manhattan for the St. Dominic’s Outreach Program — a church that does a variety of charity work, including providing aid to the homeless.
It was a cool October day at the King Parks Psychiatric Center, a now abandoned psychiatric hospital on Long Island, NY. A friend and I had driven there to take some pictures for a new album he was working on.