Thursday, May 10, 2007
Hey, so I'm in the middle of a 56 hour contract take-home hell, and I thought... time to blog! Read knitting blogs! Do anything besides curl up into a tiny ball and cry at the state of my massive final.
I mean, it's only worth 60% of my annual grade. Time to slack, right!!
So here's what this makes me look like at this very moment (instant gratification):
That's right. Creepy and suspiciously tiny-chinned. Really, I feel like my head is shrinking, not expanding with the Glory of The Law or what have you. On the other hand, my eyebrows look great still. So there's something positive.
Oh, fine. A real picture of me now, no effects:
That's right. Crazy-haired, crazy-eyed, holding Burton's damned Principles of Contract Law.
This is what I keep repeating through finals:
Law school is an honor.
I am lucky to be in law school.
Law school is a privilege.
And the mantra that rings the truest of them all:
Seriously, I did this to myself.
And fudge me, it's the truth.