I got sick right after I moved out of the dorms, but I was so focused on trying to keep up with classes that I didn’t think much of it. That was until I started looking up my symptoms. I had severe chest pains, shortness of breath, slight fever, body aches, loss of taste/appetite; sound familiar? Everyone in my family and all my friends were convinced I had Corona. They started to quarantine me in my room despite my belief that it was something else. It was terrifying, thinking I had it. Seeing on tv and everywhere on the media how terrifying it could turn out. Would I be able to study abroad in the fall? Would I even survive that long if I had it? (I’m immunocompromised so if I were to get it, it could be lethal) With all these thoughts in my head I was scared to go to the doctor. Scared to be right. Thankfully it was only a respiratory infection, but it was terrifying. It makes my heart go out to all of those who are in such a terrifying position in this time of disparity.