Soon, Calvin's parents in the living room faced Calvin.

There was a slideshow going on.

"Calvin, this is a very difficult time for the world now." Mom said.

"Indeed." Dad agreed.

Calvin scoffed.

"Puh-leeze." he said. "I get to stay home for the next few weeks and do whatever I want with no school!"

Mom and Dad exchanged glances.

"Yeah, about that..." Dad said.

"The superintendent's memo said that all students in the district will have to do remote learning." Mom said. "It means that your schoolwork will continue, but from home."

Calvin's giant grin turned into a look of terror, and his jaw hit the floor.

"What?" he asked. "THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! I DEMAND A LAWYER! I DEMAND A COMIC BOOK! I DEMAND THAT DC STOPS MAKING MOVIES!"

Mom sighed, and Dad slapped his forehead.

"Calvin, just calm down!" Dad shouted.

Calvin shut up, and sat down again.

"I have taken the liberty of making a schedule of things we will do this week." he finished, handing Calvin a piece of paper.

On this schedule was a to-do list for every day use.

"So, wake up at 7:00..." Calvin started. "Wait, hold up, breathing exercises? Meditation?"

"I discovered this guy who's a lot like me. His name is Wim Hof, and he's basically a zen man." Dad said. "We're gonna do his breathing."

"Sounds lame." Calvin said, continuing to read. "OK, two hours of school, and then an hour of reading?"

"Has to be approved by both me and your father." Mom said. "So no comic books of any sort."

Calvin groaned and continued reading.

"Creative time?"

"It's where you can do any sort of thing, as long as it's creative. You can draw, write, create..."

"Also sounds lame. What's...oh, no. No, no, no, no, NO!"

"What's the matter?" Mom asked.

"Workout time?" Calvin asked. "Does this mean I have to ride my bike?"

"I mean, you could." Dad said.

"I always get killed by that thing! We need to sell it! Why can't we take it to eBay?"

"You need to get fit, Calvin." Dad said. "This is not a time to get overweight."

Calvin grumbled, and left for his room.


"So, no Calvinball?" Hobbes asked, reading a comic book.

Calvin was moping near his desk.

"This is bad, Hobbes. We're stuck at home, and Mom and Dad are basically dictating my every move!" he shouted.

"Lemme see the schedule." Hobbes said.

Calvin handed Hobbes the schedule, and he looked at it.

"Oh, my. This is pretty bad. Your dad wants you to work out?"

"Yeah! That means the Killer Bicycle will show up!"

"Yikes." Hobbes said. "Let me say, I do not envy you. Good luck."

Calvin glared at him.


The weekend passed, and Monday finally came.

Calvin's clock went off, and he rolled over in bed.

He had a long look on his face.

Hobbes took the extra blanket, and snuggled himself up.

"Hog the bed, why don't you." Calvin grumbled, dressing himself.

Calvin walked downstairs, and poured himself a bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs.

Dad came in a few minutes later.

"Hey, Calvin! Are you ready for the schedule?"

Calvin glared at him.

"Yes, Dad. I am ready to have the rest of the year be dictated for me."

Dad simply shrugged, and left for the living room.

Half an hour, Calvin flopped on the couch.

"Ah-ah, Calvin. Get on the floor." Dad said, lying on the floor. "The floor is a much better breathing spot."

"Yeah, right. I get splinters every time I'm down there!"

"Just do it." Dad said.

He started the routine, and Wim Hof's voice belted through the room.

"FULLY IN, AND LETTING GO. BREATHE IN. BREATHE OUT."

Calvin shook across the floor.

"That guy's voice sounds like thunder!" he shouted.

Dad ignored him.

"He sounds like Stanley from The Office." Calvin added.

"Be quiet and breathe." Dad said.

Calvin grumbled, and got back on the floor.


After the whole breathing exercises, Mom came in with a big box.

"What is that, dear?" Dad asked.

"Well, the Superintendent said that remote learning is online, so...I got Calvin a MacBook!" Mom said, revealing the computer.

Dad's jaw hit the floor, and Calvin's eyes widened with excitement.

"But...technology..." Dad said. "Can't we just get a desk and a chalkboard to teach Calvin?"

Mom glared at him.

"Dear, with new times means to advance with the times."

"That makes no sense." Dad said. "But just to make sure..."

Moments later, Dad had set up the computer, but with a twist.

"All non-schoolwork sites are banned on this computer." Dad said to Calvin. "Homework only. No exceptions."

Calvin took the computer and went to his room.


Hobbes was awake when Calvin came into the room with the new computer.

"Wow. That is one nice computer. What are you going to do with it?" he asked.

Calvin sat at his desk.

"Well, Dad blocked about every single site on here, so nothing much."

Hobbes stared at him.

"Gotta say, that's pretty cruel. You just got a computer, and you can't explore the vast majority of the Internet? Think of all the cool YouTube videos you could watch! Think of all the fandoms you'll discover with Fandom! Think of all the music you'll discover with Spotify!"

Calvin thought of this.

"All that exists, and you never told me?"

"Tigers have a way of getting new information."

"Whatever." Calvin said. "I need you to find those restrictions password."

Hobbes nodded, and left the room.