Charles Platt – Editor at Large

With exams once again drawing to a close and the semester that was now firmly in the rear-view mirror, students across the nation are breathing a deep sigh of relief as their newfound freedom becomes so tantalizingly real (unless you’re doing a clerkship than in that case get back in the wage cage).

It would be nice if literally any of us knew what to do with it.

For many students (the handsome, witty, and humble editor of this publication unfortunately among them), the summer break is less of an opportunity to delve into long-neglected hobbies and relationships and more of a purgatory, forcing them to come to the realization that they are, in fact, incredibly dull human beings who have made their studies and ‘campus culture’ (whatever that means in a post-pandemic world) the absolute center of their existence.

They stand dumbstruck, with no idea how to entertain themselves without the aid of dangerously consumable mass media nor how to motivate themselves without a deadline put upon them, staring out at one of the single most beautiful and livable parts of the world and coming to the horrifying epiphany that in their obsession with their studies, they have lost at least a part of their grip on reality itself.

Although the coming of LetsGetRekt provides satiation for a brief week at least, the next three months of utter emptiness is simply too much for the overstimulated, oversocialised mind to comprehend, and a descent into the algorithmic abyss of Youtube and TikTok seems inevitable.

TLDR touch grass (and buy a LetsGetRekt ticket too: https://clubs.getqpay.com/?s=155&eventid=21950)