It's the last day of the school year. The clock is ticking to the final, painfully slow seconds of last period. You've finished exams, turned in final papers and blocked out friends as they list off their summer plans because you're not going anywhere but a different classroom in the building.
If you've never endured the struggles of summer classes, wow, you must be really smart. As for the rest of us, who could blame us for putting off that mandatory math credit with hope that maybe it'd just slip by administrators?
Unfortunately, reading Shakespeare is borderline unbearable when you're using all your energy to stop sweating and avoid thinking about your lack of a social life (and tan).