My marks were mere points away from being in First range. It’s frustrating as hell to look back on.

It’s a testament to how hard I worked on the course submissions (in the 12 hours before the handing in deadline) that I did as well as I did. Because honestly, when I think back to that final year of being sat in front of my computer screen, the overwhelming memory is having four different browsers open, logged into four different Facebook accounts that I used to be a dickhead troll in racist groups, winding up the racists.

None of that had anything to do with the radio production degree that I’d paid good money to study towards.