A day in containment is not as bad as it sounds, but it’s also not the ideal environment we expected to live as final years. From looking forward to just walking out the beach gate, we soon realised we couldn’t even step outside our own building.

We wake up and it’s already hours past breakfast, we drowsily switch on our online classes and we slowly make our way to our friends’ rooms and fight about whose turn it is to make the coffee that day. 

The mess food was delivered to our building throughout the containment, we were given a plate from day one, which we were asked to use for the rest of the containment period. 

Though we were thankful for the arrangements made for the students and the efforts undertaken to ensure the students in containment were okay, we slowly found the mess food to be repetitive, and ordering food a difficult task, and found ourselves sitting with nothing to do the whole day. The immediate announcement of our building being a containment zone left us unprepared of few basic emenities that we required for the remaining week and finding people to buy and deliver items from the student’s co-op to our doorstep took so much effort that we were hesitant to even buy. 

Though we tried to find the light in the containment every day, it didn’t help that the water supply in our building had a streak of malfunctioning every day and terrible wifi and data services making it harder to attend classes or watch anything that we liked to pass time. 

As days passed, and as we slowly got used to the containment life, we found the silver lining that made the containment life something that just may be worth going through, all over again. We found that our friend circle tightened over these seven days, catching up enough for the two years that we lost. By making jokes about each other, falling asleep and eating together in each other’s rooms, and laughing about things that weren’t remotely funny, we became closer than we ever were, knowing that if we got through containment, we could go through a lot more.