You consider going to a different-than-your-regular coffee shop for a shot of espresso because you are so dirty/unkempt/bleary-eyed that you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of your regular baristas.
You wonder what "clean" really means in relation to blue jeans.
You wish you were married, just so you'd have someone to do the dishes.
You burst into hysterical laughter about anything involving the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure.*
*or because your 'e' key has dislodged from your keyboard and is now just a little rubber nubbin.
You have listened to the same song 15 times (iTunes should really stop keeping track) in one day, because it helps you focus.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
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4 comments:
They tell you to keep at least one open seat between people in exams. It's supposed to be to prevent cheating, but I think it's really a B.O. avoidance precaution. I was pretty rank in Evidence this morning.
Cleaning dishes, that's what your cat is for. That and dusting.
oh, and this:
when you do go to your regular coffeeshop, 8 of the 10 people there are law students, and the top art gallery has been designated the "quiet room."
Or, when finals are over but the 1Ls are all still seething quietly in the library or alternating between Starbucks and Panera.
And... When you find yourself glaring at people in bookstores because they have the tenacity to talk.
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