Diary of a Gen Z Student: I hope childbirth is less emotionally draining than my thesis

On Monday, I finally submitted my final year thesis. It was a collection of short stories

Crying in the library became somewhat cathartic. Maybe it was all the caffeine I was consuming, but after reading about how some writers descend into madness as part of their process, I felt I was maybe doing something right. File picture

So, I’ve spent the past year planning, writing, and editing my final year thesis for college. My peers have spent the past year doing the same thing. It’s meant many late nights and early mornings in the library. Emotional breakdowns, as you think you need to scrap all of your work and start again.

Daydreaming about how peaceful life might have been if, instead of English Literature, we had decided to do one of those fake degrees, like Business. Unfortunately, by the time I started to have those musings, I had invested far too much time and energy in my English degree. And I had developed a sort of Stockholm syndrome about it.