Ah, summer. Some of us were off traveling the world and 'gramming the living eff out of it, some of us were kicking it at a fancy shmancy internship, and some of us were bumming it out in recovery from the whirlwind that is a year at Penn. Regardless of what you were doing and where, June and July flew by faster than you ran out of that last final. My point: no matter how much you love your srat or your beach sand, moving back to campus is a little bit of a shock for us all.
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