This means that in the small, older lecture hall of approximately 100 students (where the professor never masks and always closes all the doors to make the ventilation worse), there will statistically be four people sharing their killer germs with the rest of us for an hour straight. I have to be in this room, twice a week. It's my job.
I just feel so defeated and depressed, but also filled with rage. I need more people to leave the denial stage of pandemic grief and join me in the Rage Stage.
