Sitting in the car aged 11 and listening to 5 Live, I distinctly remember the day that a man called Nick Clegg did something terrible, and that, according to the phone-in, “is why no one trusts these bloody politicians”. Twelve years later, as a recent graduate and victim of this remarkable political betrayal, I find myself sitting on a growing mountain of student debt.
Truthfully, I have no idea how much my debt is, and I have no intention of checking soon. I’m not sure I even know how to. Since I don’t earn enough to start paying it back yet, stressing myself out by looking at eye-popping, insurmountable numbers feels fruitless.
