William Trotter '24
Exactly two and a half years ago, on the evening of March 10th, 2020, Headmaster Robinson sent out the fateful email.
But before that email went out, it was a fairly normal day at STA.
As I sat in my first period on that now-infamous Tuesday, I remember thinking to myself, “Why did Dr. Schiller assign a test the Wednesday before break, and, more importantly, why have I not started studying for it.” After class, which was just an hour-long reminder that I knew not one bit of the material that would be on the test, I walked down the hall and into my second class of the day: Spanish with Señora Castellanos-Evans. I don’t quite remember what we did that day but perhaps that is not a bad thing.
After Spanish, I had Algebra with Ms. Meunier. I remember joking around with some guys about the potential of an extended spring break while Ms. Meunier taught us how to foil polynomials. When Math class was over, I ate lunch and started my last class of the day: Science with Mr. Belsky. It was the last period of the day, right after lunch, the week before spring break, and a class of seventeen students, so we didn’t get much work done that day, to say the least.
After school, I made my way down to the field for baseball practice. After a relatively fun practice, as the season had yet to start, I was ready to head home for the day to prepare for the all-nighter study session that lay before me.
My exiting of the field was, however, halted by an abrupt shouting and cheering from the first-base dugout. It was only a matter of seconds before I learned the news that, in light of all the uncertainty regarding the school’s unannounced COVID decision, Dr. Schiller had canceled the unit test.
After returning home, I spent the next several hours waiting anxiously for any update on an official school decision. At about 9:00 p.m., the update came: spring break would begin three days early, the school would assess the situation over the break, and we would hopefully return as usual in a couple weeks. I rejoiced in the news that spring break would be longer, I would officially not have to take the History test, and I could come back to school in two and a half weeks rested and ready to finish out the last academic quarter of my time in the lower school.
Unfortunately, that’s not what happened.
In the two and a half years since, we have seen millions of COVID cases, hundreds of thousands of deaths, and the loss of many school traditions, but on Wednesday, September 7th, 2022 we returned to school.
We returned to school without masks, without weekly COVID testing, and without social distancing.
We returned to school with chapel in the Little Sanctuary, with assembly in Trapier Theater, with BEEF in the stands, with breakfast and lunch in the refectory, and we did all that without me ever having to take that history test.
We are now, finally, back from spring break.