As a young buck, nothing was quite as exciting as the start of a new school year. Getting your homeroom assignment, class schedule, and lock for your shiny locker all helped foster a positive attitude towards school. The greatest perks of all were those colorful new notebooks and pens that would have the kids at recess asking you, “Where can I score some of those?”

If you’re anything like the Yak, you probably spent your summer working as an intern, silently hoping that this three-month experience would make up for those two C’s you made freshman year. Hey, Calc was hard! You presumably went into this internship thinking that by the time August rolled around you’d be able to walk out of your office doors with an overwhelming amount of new knowledge, a better idea of what you wanted to do with your life after graduation, and the promise of a job waiting for you upon your arrival into the real world.

Being at college rules. The independence, new friendships, 2 AM pizza runs, and freedom (within RA limits of course) to do whatever your heart desires is simply the best thing to ever happen, like ever. But then, just when you thought you’d almost mastered how to both get good grades AND go out every Wednesday night, the time came to (gasp) move home for the summer. Terror! Or is it?