I feel sorry for those currently in college.
For droves of 2020 freshmen, what should’ve been the most exciting time of their lives turned out to be a depressing, disconnected dud, courtesy of culture shock via no in-person classes and no extracurriculars.
And even now — over a year past the start of our planetary pandemic — in many cases, a casual walk across the quad can’t check the most basic box of satisfactorily seeing one’s peers.
For what may feel like a lifetime, Americans out and about have grown accustomed to everyone hiding in plain sight.
Visually, there’s a moratorium on mouths.