Shall I just do it?” Kim asked her housemate, who was sitting at the end of her bed. She clicked “submit” and that was that — her university finals, done. There was no rush to leave the exam hall this Covid summer, no whoops of joy, no hugs of celebration on the steps of Bristol’s Wills Memorial Building. Instead they just looked at each other and said: “Oh my God, woah.” They didn’t really know what to do with themselves. The pubs weren’t open, so they bought a bottle of prosecco from the supermarket and said cheers outside the empty library.
“It didn’t feel real,” says Kim. “It made me realise that having a degree is not the same as having a uni experience. Studying
