I remember thinking that COVID-19 was just being blown up by the media. I remember being in a psychology class and my professor asking if anyone was genuinally worried about the disease, and only one kid raised his hand. I hate to admit it, but I rolled my eyes. Less than a week later, I was told to move out of my dorm room. This is when it became real to me. At one point, I sat on my floor in my room and cried and said outloud “this can’t be real.” I cired again when I got the email that classes were going to be remote in the fall. Then the last blow was that I could no longer move back to campus. Just like so many, I am still very confused and nervous about our future. On top of this, the amount of division in our country over many topics is overwhelming. I feel like this whole thing has been a movie. I am still waiting for the credits to roll, but looks like it might be awhile until this horror film ends.