Thoughts of a Psychology Student

I have never not been a young person. How mad is that. I have, for 7854 days, revelled in the glory of being young. But never have I revelled so much in that glory than today. Between the hours of 10pm and 5am this morning, my heart swelled at the growing realisation that us, young people, had turned up to churches, village halls, sports halls and schools across the country and put a cross on a piece of paper to make our voices heard. For years and years, we have systematically been screwed over by too often white middle class adults who, shockingly, haven't got a clue what it's like to be a young person in the 21st century. From university fees trebling, to the scrapping of maintenance grants, to the extortionate rent increases in the housing market, to leaving the European Union which allows us to travel freely, fund educational research and study in institutions across the world, we have constantly bared the brunt of these policies whilst politicians sit c