For the last 3 years something irrevocably stupid and emotionally scarring has happened to me during each summer. Usually avoidable, and inevitably partially culpable by yours truly, I've avoided letting such things happen. I've been successful, it's been a boring but content summer for me. All indicators are sweatily indicating I'll be heading to college in thr fall for the study of "Anything but full time factory labour oh please oh god".

My life is on track, but you better...