This is not to say that my job sucked, because it really didn’t. I had my own cubicle, I worked on quite a few interesting projects and hopefully, if I filled out the paperwork right, I’ll get some credit. Overall my summer internship was very summer internship-y. I was exposed to the world of the working man and woman, and I can’t say that the world of the working stiff tickled my intellectual fancies. It felt great to be productive, and somehow the responsibility of working upped my emotional age to that of a toddler who just finished teething, but that just wasn’t really satisfying. I can confidently say that being back at school for a week has totally reversed the effects that a job had on my mental age. It’s kind of like a Benjamin Button complex.
The bottom line is that I really prefer my life at college. Waking up at eight in the morning and making the trek downtown to the office doesn’t really compare to rolling out of bed at eleven and right into your first class. This whole idea is terribly clichéd, but it took me until the beginning of sophomore year to realize how great college life really is. Everyone always talks about how important it is to get out of the Wash. U. bubble, and it is, but it’s equally important to immerse yourself in it. There will never be another time in your life when you can customize your existence to the extent that you can here. We can choose who we live with, where we live, what we learn (or don’t learn), when we do that learning and really, most importantly, which party we’re going to tonight.

I do realize that the motivation behind this article is sickeningly cheesy, but if you look deeply into the heart of my argument, I really am sticking it to the man. The ‘man’ being real life. Given the ridiculous extent of my hypocrisy, I’ll probably write an article in four months telling you that we have to stick it to the man, except that in the future, the man will be Wash. U. So now that I’ve totally negated my initial points, I’ll say goodbye and wish you all (especially freshman) a great start to the year. Happy partying.