By Chris Kang ell, it's summertime. For most people it's time for summer barbeques and tanning their sickly pale bodies at the local beach. Hang ten, dude, sweet, etc. are the vocabulary words most frequently used by happy people during this time. Unfortunately for the less privileged, meaning us students, it's time to wake up at 8 o'clock and run to our lovely summer school class or shave and haul our ass over to our internships in crooked ties and wrinkled wrinkle-free shirts. Just when you think that you can actually lead a normal life, stop injecting coffee into your bloodstream, and sleep before sunrise after your last final, you realize that summer has snuck up on you.
All summer means to students is a faster paced version of the semester in hotter weather.
Sure, everyone around you is happy that it's summer. Our parents want us to learn until we die. We want money. We want power. We want fame.