OH MY GOD IT'S FREAKING HOT

So today's post will be about the extreme heat that has made it's way into my life.

I am hot.

Like really really hot.

Like surface of the sun hot.

See, I thought I chose to go to a school that was cold and windy. Last year it was very very cold and very very windy. The locals told me it was a warm fall then. Now I want to know what on earth they call this insanity.

The main problem with the heat is that because of my schools undisclosed location, none of the buildings were made to function in heat. My room is a legit 95 degrees. There is no AC, and all I have to cool myself down is a very small fan that clips onto my desk.

This is not the worst of the problem though, I have dealt with heat before, and I will deal with it again. The big problem is that no one can talk about anything but the heat.

This is how my last hundred conversations have gone:

Me: Hey what's up?

Other Person: It's f***ing hot.

Me: Yeah, tell me about it. So how was your summer?

OP: It was good, I miss the AC at home.

Me: AC is amazing, I miss it too. How do your professors seem so far?

OP: Cool, I have this one crazy guy who thinks Kennedy is still alive, so that's fun... but his class is in the campus center, so it's like a freaking oven in there.

Me: Yeah...

It is then that I usually choose to walk away with some awkward excuse about class, or meeting someone, or dental surgery.

The thing is I think that if everyone would stop talking about the heat it wouldn't seem as awful. Like every time I get used to dealing with it someone brings it up and I'm reminded of the crappy circumstances I have been placed in yet again.

So I guess this post can be summed up like this : It's hot, I know it's hot, there is nothing I can do about the heat, so quit telling me about it.

That is all.

~Katie