Queens College, Melbourne
This was a blow, to say the least. Studying abroad was an opportunity I had waited for since my first year at King’s, and one that was quickly overturned. If I left now there was a possibility I wouldn’t come back, but if I risked departing too late, I would be stranded in Melbourne with an expiring VISA and no means to return home. Students began disappearing to be with their families, leaving the College devoid of the usual hum of its 300-strong cohort, until under 100 of us remained; mostly International students from China, Singapore (which had already closed its borders) and Malaysia, as well as France, Germany and of course, the UK.
Without in-person classes studying was very much overlooked in favour of spending time together. A close friend moved to the countryside due to his being immunocompromised - as such a socially active person, this and the persistent stress of being cautious greatly affected his mental health. The same was true of many of the students and unhealthy coping mechanisms began to surface. There was a glimmer of hope after businesses began opening up again, however this was soon extinguished – another outbreak in Melbourne led Victoria into a second, more severe lockdown. Now, being outside unnecessarily could result in a fine of $1200, and even being caught without a mask could land you a bill for $200. Other measures included being unable to mix households, being constrained to within 5km of your home address and a curfew between 8pm and 5am.