It is flipping hot. The kind of hot that makes you want to smash out the windows on the train to allow a cool breeze through. The kind of hot that makes you nearly fall asleep in your classes, and reply to questions in apathetic grunts. The kind of hot that’s going to stick around for another week, so you’ve already run out of dress/skirt/short outfits. The kind of hot that makes you walk a block to KFC because you’ve finished your entire water bottle and you need to buy cold drink pronto, and then makes you reconsider the worth of going through so much physical exertion. And it’s the kind of hot that makes your brain melt, thus the highly repetitive “kind of hot”s.