Finding community is a vulnerable, difficult experience—especially as a student. It requires not only feeling comfortable with your peers, but also trusting them enough to be able to ask questions and learn without fear of judgment.
I’ve been lucky—I found my first community during freshman year of undergrad. Sitting in the common room at 2 a.m., panicking together with fellow students the night before an exam, we forged lasting bonds.
Whether it’s the shared feelings of impending doom about a test, or the sense of collective relief once it’s over, there’s something magical about learning with a community. That’s also why the isolation sparked by the pandemic has been so devastating for learners.
