I woke up Friday morning as normal, I started my morning by beginning to think about what I had to get done for the upcoming week: the in-class presentations, and field trips I had to prepare for. When I turned on my phone, I had numerous text messages from my classmates informing me of the University Of Toronto’s recent closure decision. I was flooded with various emotions, but one trumped all: I was absolutely stunned. I did not anticipate that more than halfway through the second semester we would experience such an event. I am still reeling from the decision, and trying to adjust to the new online methods of teaching my classes have adopted. 

Immediately following the news, I began to see people in my residence pack up their things and leave, deserting the place that they called home for the past eight months. While using the ttc this weekend, it was not the same. It felt emptier than usual. There were the occasional commuters that I would see, but not nearly as much as there would have been the week before– or even days before. The public has been informed to stay home during this outbreak, and I believe that they are taking that advice to heart.