CSUSB students were asked what their initial response to COVID-19 were and how they’re handling the virus nowadays.
At first, I didn’t know the extent of the virus and how badly it would affect us, so naturally I was more than happy to stay home for the remainder of the school year. Little did I know how lethal the virus actually was and how bad it would actually get. It took me until about June to understand that it’s going to take us years to functionally and officially integrate back into society in a safe manner.
My initial thought was “eh science is so advanced, we’ll be fine.” Boy oh boy was I wrong. I am so sad for all the lives lost thanks to the carelessness of the USA. People who protest simple mask mandates make me so angry. I am so jealous of every other country who took this seriously the first few weeks. It’s so unfortunate. I wish we could just shut down the whole country and save so many lives.
My initial response was uncertainty. I wasn’t paying too much attention to the news or current events earlier in the year; so once I heard school was closed for three weeks I was surprised and admittedly okay with it. I stayed home and got some much needed rest. However, when three weeks turned into the entire quarter, I realized the year was not going to go how any of us thought. It has been stressful at times, but I wish everyone handled it better and earlier so most of our lives wouldn’t be on pause. As usual, the crisis has become normalized with more and more people going out and about, and back to their relatively normal schedules. I just hope that doesn’t mean people are being careless. I currently work around 15 people everyday while handling packages coming from who-knows-where which can be scary at times. I wash my hands and still listen to the six feet rule, of course. I can’t say the same for everyone else though. Needless to say, the day I won’t be required to wear a mask anywhere without endangering myself, or others, will be a great day.
I have to say that my initial response to COVID-19 really came to me in pretty much whirlwind. One second I’m on campus walking from my dorm to my classes, and then spring break happens and all of a sudden I move out and go home. Within a week, I’m in my house and everything about school became virtual. Looking back it’s really crazy how things have changed so much so fast. And now with the way things are it still seems to be super surreal. This new normal has been quite the adjustment. I’m finding it harder and more difficult to maintain my motivation and focus in my online classes but trying to pull through and hope that someday very soon, hopefully, everything can go back to normal.
I was really angry when everything first started with the quarantine and online classes because I felt like we were going into spring and then my last year, essentially getting the ball rolling in a good way, and I felt as if this had really stunted that momentum. As time has gone, I’ve pretty much settled into the fact that I think things will be like this for quite awhile to come, so now I just try to keep myself informed and not get swayed by false information some media spreads.
My response to COVID-19 was extremely terrible. It got me really mad at the beginning that I couldn’t do anything, stores were closed and I could not really be outside. I was at home most of the time. I hated routines and experiencing the same thing everyday over and over for months. Now that seven months have passed, COVID-19 still won’t go away and I’m like I don’t care anymore. It’s not gonna stop me from doing the things I enjoy doing. It’s easier to handle now because stores and places are reopening!
My initial response was confusion. While we were still in classes, I had heard plenty about a virus spreading in other countries, but very little about any cases or possibilities of it being in the U.S. In the media, it was talked about like a foreign issue, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. So although I was empathetic to the issue, I didn’t have any worries of it affecting me or my loved ones. But when professors began ending classes early or cancelling classes and allowing us to take our finals at home, it became apparent that there is a big problem. Since then, I have moved back home with my parents (I was dorming before). I have a mom with a heart condition and a six-month old baby brother at home. I also started working at a mental health rehabilitation center a couple months ago. Because of this, I have to be very careful not to bring anything home to my at-risk family members or into the facility to the guests there. My way of handling it now is basically to take whatever precautions I can and offer support to anyone I know that has been affected negatively.
My initial response to COVID-19 when it first started was just being extra precarious when it came down to being at work. I would always wash my hands after I touched something, avoided touching my face for any reason. Of course as time went by, we were instructed to wear masks and to be socially distanced, which I started doing. So, looking back at about seven months ago from when it first started, I could see the difference in seriousness and caution after seeing how deadly the virus could be and that’s all because, with time, we were able to learn more about how the virus spreads. Now I avoid large crowds, stay home as much as possible, wear a mask whenever I leave the house, and always sanitize my hands if I touch something.
My initial response to COVID-19 was instant fear. When things started getting really bad in California, I was scared to think I could possibly get sick and give it to my parents or my clients since I work with children with disabilities and have any of them end up in the hospital. It was also the only topic discussed in all media outlets and social media so it was impossible to get away from it so I felt like there wasn’t any escape from the constant fear. I am less afraid now. I have not stopped working during the year so that was the only part keeping me sane, but it still feels lonely. I feel like I was robbed of almost a year of my life. As sad as it sounds, I’m getting used to this way of life. It would be nice if everyone just listened, wore masks, and stayed socially distanced so that this can be over soon so that we can live life normally again.
At first, I didn’t believe it. I was a bit on the side of the conspiracy theory. But once everything started closing down and you couldn’t find any toilet paper at grocery stores, I was a little more weary and still am.