Ok wait.
It is summer time.
I knoew that.
I really hate how nobody pulled me aside as my junior year of highschool ended, and said “For the rest of your life, the concept of ‘summer’ will mean next to nothing to you. Live it the fuck up.”
Solstice? Sun and heat? I live in southern California, and spend 60 hours a week in front of computers. The feeling of a glorious “summer break” will never come back to me.