Aged 13, I began the obsessive habit of keeping the ticket stub from every play I went to. Performing my termly ritual of sticking these into (that’s right, folks) my scrapbook, it struck me that I’ve been to more shows in the nine terms I’ve been at Cambridge than in the nine years I’ve been theatre-going in London.

While in Easter term there’s perhaps not quite the abundance of shows to which we’re usually treated to in Michaelmas and Lent (not to mention the theatrical extravaganza that rolls into town in May Week), there’s more than enough to keep you going.

The ADC’s mainshow line-up is particularly promising, featuring familiar titles Hedda Gabler (Week 1) and The Tempest (Week 2), an exciting dramatisation of A Clockwork Orange (Week 4), and Rebecca Lenkiewicz’s Suffragette drama, Her Naked Skin (Week 3).

Besides the more serious stuff, I’ve found it’s essential to include in your Easter Term menu of theatre a healthy dose of comedy to ward off the crazies. I’m therefore greatly looking forward to both Dypstopia: The Musical (A Sketch Show) (Week 1 Corpus Lateshow) and STIFF! (Harry Porter Prize Winner, Week 2 ADC Lateshow). Needless to say I will be religiously attending Footlights Smokers.

Only now is the realisation beginning to dawn that I have spent the past three years glutting myself on theatre in a way I probably never will again. Never again (unless Sajid Javid has a brainwave) will shows be so cheap: I am getting perilously close to the upper age limit of the National Theatre Entry Pass scheme, and can feel the minutes slipping away until my student card expires (the apocalyptic consequences of which, admittedly, will extend far beyond the realm of theatre – I might conceivably never buy new clothes again).

Yet what Easter Term also makes apparent is the unique love of the theatre shared by Cambridge’s tecchies and performers, whose blood, sweat and tears are right now being poured as much into art as exams, often even finals. (It’s around this time of year that those folkloric tales of people performing right up to the night before their Part II exams start doing the rounds once more.)

What’s even more amazing is that the lunacy doesn’t always outweigh the logic: though for many starring in an Easter Term show is simply a pleasant distraction from revision, for others, starring in a show might contribute as much to their future career as their degree certificate. It’s this term that the best of our actors, directors and producers will be taking part in a showcase attended by respected members of the industry.

It’s these people that make leaving Cambridge and its one-of-a-kind theatre scene more exciting than terrifying. It’s these people that I’m excited to see outgrow Cambridge, and whose talent I feel will carry them a long, long way.