It's winter. Winter at Vassar means claustrophobia, phallic snow sculptures and such low temperatures in the Joss House bathrooms that last week I opted not to shower for upwards of 48 hours. And yet, even though we have to trek across the frozen tundra to get to class every morning, summer is at the forefront of our minds. Deadlines for summer positions are weighing down on us like so many bites of an All Campus Dining Center quesadilla. If you haven't already started your applications, you might as well just pick out a comfy cardboard box to furnish because your dreams of being this generation's post-ironic answer to Ira Glass are straight up over.