After another wildly successful off-timetable day run by the amazing SLT, we thought we’d leave you with one final parting gift. Here’s a recap of this year’s Off-Timetable Day and House Music events, presented in the most chronically online way possible and summarised into 10 images you’ve probably already seen in a TikTok comment section.
After both McLaren drivers were disqualified after the chequered flag at the Las Vegas Grand Prix, F1 fans are keen to see what drama Qatar could bring. In the heat of Lusail, every point matters.
We live in an age where boredom has almost disappeared: social media has filled up our lives and brought plenty of distractions. The moment we feel even a flicker of stillness; we reach instinctively for our phones. There is always a video to watch, a message to reply to, a feed to scroll, a distraction waiting to fill the silence. For the first time in human history, young people can go weeks – even months – without ever sitting with their own thoughts. It feels harmless, even helpful, to have entertainment on speed dial. But beneath the convenience lies a quiet and surprising danger: a generation losing the ability to be bored.
We’ve all been there: speaking confidently mid-conversation, making perfect sense… and suddenly your mouth hits a pothole. A word trips, your tongue scrambles, and you produce a sound that can only be described as verbal static. You don’t have a stutter, you’re not panicking, and yet somehow, you’ve just forgotten how to speak like a functioning human being. It’s almost like a broken record, glitching and repeating the same three words ‘you can’t speak’, forcing you to just stand up and simply just walk away from the conversation.
So why does this happen?
Last Friday, some Sixth Form Classics students had the privilege to attend a conference at the Harrodian School. Richard Jenkyns spoke about heroism in Homer and Virgil, and in passing raised an intriguing question: could Aeneas be seen as a Stoic hero? The idea stayed with me. The familiar complaint that Aeneas is colourless, passive, and merely a pawn of fate has never quite convinced me. Yet his moments of irrational furor also fail to define a character who is, at his core, devoted, pious, and deeply reflective.
