It's those summer days, those hot nights where you want to sleep alone on a cold bed with eight fans on. Those nights you cant seem to get enough sleep because your so sweaty that every fiber of your being is stuck to something, stuck to the bed frame, the sheets, the air. You feel trapped and suffocated but at the same time you feel refreshed that its summer and all your academic worries have drifted from your mental state, but have they?

I feel conflicted, like I forgot something along the last month of my life, did I miss a paper or deadline, did I forget to call someone? I forgot to take it all in that I finished my first year in a new place, that is what I forgot to do. I knew it was being done, that the finish was there but suddenly it was noon on the last day of finals and I was done, but I forgot how it happened.