A letter from…Natasha Clark, Editor

It’s nearly summer. The lucky ones have already escaped into the sun, slipping off into a oblivion of ice cream and RayBans, the rest long to follow.

I thought moving down to London, finding a job and a place to stay in preparation for a gruelling, unpaid internship was the scariest thing I’d have to face this summer, but I think what’s to come after is worse. Third year.

As much as I’ve spent this year trying (and failing) to stay on top of my course, because dear God, it actually counts this year, I haven’t. Things get in the way. The Apprentice, Jagerbombs, boys… Third year is time to buckle down. It’ll be a strange mix of trying to fit in all the nights out, because it ‘might be the last one’, cramming as much information into our heads as possible, and visiting the ducks by Heronbank again, in case – for some unknown reason – you forget what they look like.

It’s the end of another year at Warwick. It’s been fun, hasn’t it? The Olympic torch came to campus, a certain alcoholic beverage was banned spurring an overhaul in Union democracy, tents sprang up outside the Arts Centre in protest at damaging changes to higher education, and the Koan became a Warwick phenomenon.

I’ve made a lot of mistakes this year. Said the wrong thing, drank too much, left too many essays until the last minute. After next year, I’m not going to have any justification for acting like an idiot. Enjoy it while it lasts, before Real Life catches up with you. But most importantly, learn from it.

University is the time where we get to try new things, meet new people, live on our own, become nocturnal, eat far too much rubbish… the list goes on. But through all that, we will come out the other side. We change and adapt and grow. We make mistakes, we hurt people, we don’t do the seminar reading. People might forgive you now, but they won’t always. University is a place to live, and to learn. Don’t forget the latter.