Um. Yikes.
Um. Yikes.
This is one of those days where I can’t yell “Fuck law school” loud enough.
“A politician’s worst nightmare is to be found in bed with a dead girl or live boy.”
This is disturbingly accurate.
Two down, two to go. God help me.
I saw this multiple times during finals week around here. Law school makes fools of us… Law students.
There is only one outcome.
I brewed a pot of wonderful, hazelnutty coffee to get me through my Civil Procedure class, and then I realized I left my thermos in my locker*. Not only could I not have coffee in this super boring class, I’m late because of it!
*Yes, law students have lockers. It’s like high school except with more alcoholics.
I should be listening to my Civil Procedure professor right now, but for whatever reason the theme song from “Mr. Ed” is stuck in my head and won’t leave.
Brilliant.
If only my professors would speak to us like this.
