Dear COVID-19,

You stole half of my freshman year of college. No more parties, hanging out with my friends or going to classes. The last time I saw my friends, I didn't know I'd be saying goodbye for over six months. I never said goodbye to all my friends that are graduating and moving on.

My grandparents are terrified to leave the house and I can't go visit them. The best I can do is call them and leave supplies at their door. You are causing panic. People are terrified to go out and are locking themselves in their houses because of you. You are the number-one topic on every news channel and are always in people's minds now.

Congratulations, you're popular.

You are filling me and everyone I know with terrible fear. Fear of the future, fear that there will even be a future. Fear that an incompetent and inactive federal government will lead to America's demise.

But you will not win.

Humanity has gotten through crises time and time again, and this time will be no different. Humanity will pull together and we will see the BEST in people. We have the noblest doctors, nurses, PAs, and other healthcare workers working tirelessly because you are persistent. You will not quit, but neither will we. We will work hard, impossibly hard, harder than you could have ever dreamed possible.

We will get through it.

We have competent regional and local governments who are taking preventative measures to slow you down and make sure that your cry for attention doesn't turn into something that defines us. Schools are closed, but our learning will not stop. Everyone graduating this year is heartbroken, but they will get through this and draw upon reserves of strength and tenacity that they never knew they had.

You will bring out the best in people. We can and we will find the good in this impossibly difficult situation.

And when you are brought under control, and believe me, you will. I will be the first to spit on your grave.