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So angry about the university stuff. Imagine being 18, locked down indefinitely with a bunch of strangers, and possibly stuck there over Christmas with no pastoral care, just so that a bunch of institutions don't have to cope without fees or rent. It's a bloody JG Ballard novel.
I was really excited to go to university and felt very ready to leave home, and I still found myself coming home at least once a term because I missed my mum. The idea of being trapped on the set of Highrise and told you can't leave because plague is unimaginably awful.
This thread sums up a lot of the half formed thoughts in my head about all this. https://twitter.com/jim_dickinson/status/1309782577893584898?s=19
