The Dailies: You know you’re the Editor of your Student Newspaper when..
You almost start wishing something bad would happen so you’d have something to put on the front page.
You have cried as a direct result of InDesign.
You know everything there is to know about the NUS, yet you give a shit about less than 1 third of it.
Someone points out a spelling mistake on the front page and you decide to never speak to them again.
You have said, ‘I can’t go out tonight/meet up today/socialise/exist as an entity because [insert name of newspaper] goes to print tomorrow.’
You are seriously worried you will fail your degree because you spend all your time on the Student Newspaper.
Everyone who works in the Student’s Union knows you, but most of them hate you because you have written nasty things about them.
You have woken up at 3am to panic about that tiny news article you slipped in at the last minute because it wasn’t checked for libellous content.
You either love or hate your Comms Officer/Editor in Chief.
Your team think you are a crazy slave driver (they’re right). You just think they’re slacking.
You tell your friends you hate being the Editor and that you are going to quit.
You say this on a bi-daily basis.
The thing is, you fucking love it and you know you do.