A Woman in Law School

Picture this: You're sitting at your desk trying to find the relevant rule for your second memo that is due in two weeks. You've spent the day reading, thinking about all the outlining left to do, and avoiding household chores. You're immersed in WestLaw when all of a sudden the house next to yours decides to start a band. A REAL CRAPPY ROCK BAND. THE KIND THAT SUCKS. I only wish it was Rock Band. My dream of it just being really loud music was crushed when they played that one song over and over again. (OMG, they were just practicing their scream like yells...this is too much.) And yet I'm still plugging along...somehow...am in a zone? Hmm...



Now picture this: Your friends at an election party having a grand old time. There is beer, GOOD beer, the kind you haven't had in awhile because you've got no reason to drink beer. And there are stories to be told, of which you miss out on because you're doing the above.



Now explain to me why law school is worth it again? This is so very, VERY LAME!





Screw it! I'm drinking alone tonight. Or better yet CHEERS to all y'all celebrating the end of election season!