In what was one of the most jarring times of my life, I escaped to The Michigan Daily.
The unknown was scary, the world seemingly falling apart. But here we were, all together. We found a semblance of normalcy, solace in the physical space of 420 Maynard Street and the special people, the family we made, within it.
We spent the whole night together in our collective home away from home. And when the sun came up, the University of Michigan president sent the email we had been dreading. We were being sent home.
It was at that moment I realized everything I had looked forward to in my final semester of college was taken away in one fell swoop.
Weeks later, I finished my last lecture of college, turned off Zoom and logged out for good. Instead of going out to celebrate with friends, I went downstairs, had a glass of milk and a cookie, and went to bed at 9:45.
The unknown remains scary, the world still falling apart. But here I am…