It's that time of year. Again! That time when those friendly lawyerly profs apologetically or sadistically pronounce "hey class, as if we haven't made your life enough of a misery since, well whenever, finals are here!" Happy Hanukkah indeed.
So, congrats to my erstwhile colleagues for doing what they do, so well. (In case you don't know what that is, lets just describe it as massive amounts of self-inflicted self-esteem crumbling and all-around misery.) And my sincerest sympathies for the soiling of your hopes and dreams in the ultimately misguided attempt to attain those hopes and dreams via law school.
Don't worry, if money can't buy happiness, it can buy the near empty and hollow equivalent: booze. Now, get those student loans to good use and clink some pint glasses, shot glasses, and handles' of the Captain.
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