In six months time, we will be hairier, both "down there," and on the head, with less coiffured locks, sporting instead low maintenance bobs, yes ladies, in our natural colour, with the grey showing, sorry;
we'll be pastier skinned, from staying in and not being able to get a spray tan; we will have fewer tattoos; we'll be less fit, but probably leaner; then again, we'll be better cooks; have read more books; watched more movies; learned to play a musical instrument;
maybe we will have written that novel, play, or musical we always planned to; we'll be a lot poorer, but perhaps, perversely, have more money because we won't have spent it on concerts, cinema, comedy gigs, at the pub, on holidays, or dining out;
unless you are a musician, a cinema usher, a comedian, a barmaid, a chef, a waiter, or a travel agent; then you will be broke and possibly homeless, or in jail, because you had to do something drastic to make ends meet. Welcome to the Tremulous Twenties. #mettaforecast
@threadreaderapp UNROLL please....unroll
With all this remote learning and less peer group distractions, grades will probably improve. Less bullying means happier kids. Doubly happy, freed from boring classes, wasting time running their young lives to the timetable, that is designed to suit teachers.
