The NCAA cancelled all remaining spring National Championships until June because of the spread of the coronavirus. It was like I’d been punched in the face, I didn’t know what to think about. Our team was starting play amazing, everyone had raised their level the past few weeks and we were ready to make some more noise.
It is crazy how you can go from joy to tears in less than 24 hours. I am the only senior on my team, I suddenly realized that beating Florida a few days ago was the last match as a college player and that my last season was cut off about half way through. I called my parents to let them know and I started tearing up. To be honest, I tried my best to not be sad after that and I knew there was no way the NCAA was going to say well it’s over I am sorry for all the seniors you guys won’t compete again. My coach gave me a hug when we got to the airport and I told him “I am not done, there’s no chance I’m going out this way”.
Originally, I did not think this virus would be that serious for us, but that changed very quickly. Social media were talking about that 24/7, but everything went at a different pace worldwide. At home back in France, where all of my family lives, all the towns were shut down and everyone had to quarantine themselves. Going outside is prohibited. Back in College Station, there was no cases for a few days so it was hard to realize what was going on. Also, it was spring break so there was literally no students in town and I didn’t know what the future was going to be like.