After posting a decent enough GPA that said, “I didn’t necessarily try, but I also didn’t completely waste your money” in my sophomore year, I convinced my parents to let me live in my college town for the summer, on the condition that I took at least one summer class and got a job. It ended up being the best decision of my life. An older guy from my house was staying for the summer to study for the MCATs, and had two sublets available at his massive house just off campus. He approached me and one of my pledge brothers to live with him. Hell, he even got us jobs working at a fireworks distributorship. The pay was shit, but we could treat ourselves to all the pyro we wanted. I signed up for a freshman level Spanish class and made good on my promise to my parents. The rent checks were signed and the path was paved to the best summer of my life.