I’ve always loved history. I would watch just as much History Channel TV shows as I would “Dora The Explorer” or “SpongeBob”; of course, this was before the History Channel only played “Ancient Aliens” and “Pawn Stars.”

In my preteen years, I remember learning about the Civil Rights Movement, the Gay Liberation Movement and the fall of the Berlin Wall. I remember thinking, “Wow, I want to live during a revolution. I want to live in history.”

Whether it’s good or bad, I got my wish. In my short, almost 23 years of life, I’ve seen many social movements come to the forefront. Who remembers Occupy Wall Street from 2011? It brought the disparity of the increasing wealth inequality in America to people’s minds. The Black Lives Matter Movement started in 2013 and is still going strong. Most recently, we’ve had the #MeToo movement about sexual assault awareness that started in 2017 and the March For Our Lives after the 2018 Parkland, Florida shooting. 

I can only imagine that these movements can slightly compare to the iconic movements and events from history. I mean, at the beginning of May it was the 60th anniversary of the Kent State massacre. If you don’t remember or don’t know what that was, I suggest learning about it.

And no matter what way you politically lean, the 2016 election was historic; and everything that happened as a result of the election has been, for lack of a better term, absolutely bonkers. 

Take a look at what has happened just these first five months of 2020. We had the assassination of top Iranian general Qasem Soleimani, the Australian bushfires, the finalization of Brexit, the evergrowing civil unrest in Hong Kong, the impeachment of Donald Trump and currently, the worldwide coronavirus pandemic and the subsequent economic crumbling. 

I always thought of myself as someone who would be on the front picket lines for my generation’s social movements. I always thought I would be somewhere in history; maybe not as a known person, but someone in the crowd fighting for what I believe is right. But I’ve been doing what everyone else in history does. Just trying to live my life one day at a time. 

There’s an old saying “May you live in interesting times.” The origins of the quote are thought to be Chinese but scholars can’t pin down its exact origin. But it’s thought to be more of a curse than a blessing. And you know what? Whether we like it or not, we live in very interesting times. I know that preteen me would be ecstatic about that. But she also only wore handmade tie-dye T-shirts (thanks mom) and had crappy taste in literature, so her opinions don’t matter. 

Although, I can’t help but look at everything going on around me with some form of detachment, wondering how the history books will portray my time in history.