By Hannah Mallard ’21
Davidson was my first choice for college because of its community. For me, going to college in the U.S. meant being halfway across the world from home, so having a small, tight-knit community was what I sought the most. Davidson’s campus has served as a second home because I can only return to Tokyo twice a year. But with COVID-19 here, and most of the community gone, Davidson’s campus has become a shell of what it usually means to me—it is now a house and no longer a home.
This is not to say that I do not appreciate the college’s efforts nor the staff’s individual efforts to accommodate the students who have to stay on campus. Contrarily, I am very impressed with the way the college handled this situation, and I am so grateful that students continue to have access to dining services, postal services, and academic buildings. Yet, I still miss Davidson being Davidson. It is not the same walking into Union, void of my peers and the staff who feel like family; sitting in an empty classroom in Wall with my classmates and professors on my screen; being six feet apart from everyone in Commons, and walking around campus constantly reminded of all canceled events—from fundraising events, to Frolics, to beach week, to this summer’s Davidson Research Initiative project.
I had erroneously thought that a silver lining to staying on campus would be some normalcy while transitioning to COVID-19 adjustments. However, with the usual population of over 2000 students having dwindled to around 100, there is no semblance of normalcy, and I miss my second home.