Without looking it up, I know exactly when lockdown got serious: Friday, March 13. The entire day felt off. I remember parking my bus in the evening—the lot was uncharacteristically quiet—and thinking, “Yeah, I won’t be doing this again for a while.”
Later that evening, the county I work for closed down all the schools. The closure would last until the end of the term. My child’s school, in Maryland, would shutter the following Monday.
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