We’re very good at romanticizing school in the summer. The idea of filling your mind and becoming a more knowledgeable person is a universally beautiful concept and the idea of it being free is absolutely miraculous. It is a very cool thing to be 17 and say “Today I can say that I can do integrals in Calculus, describe to you the process of replicating deoxyribonucleic acid, have a short conversation in French, tell you precisely how metallics bond together on the molecular level, can successfully interpret an Orwellian essay, lead a group of freshmen, and describe the political and social successes of the Reconstruction period.” And that is super. And bodes very well.

But honestly, after September 1st, we’re like screw this give me back my mindless sleep filled summer.