Daffnee

I was feeling a bit bummed over not being able to get more than half the answers in any given class these past few days, so I went swimming and did laundry. I even bought Bounce sheets for the first time in my life, so I might still not understand all the facets of consideration in contracts but have darned good-smelling laundry. I'm not sure how I'm going to prevent myself from turning into a incohesive, sedentary blob over the winter, but I'll tackle that one when it becomes an apparent problem. Law school seems to be a really effective way of helping one lose all sensation in the rear, though. These chairs are killing us!

And did I mention I always manage to get stuck with the crazy ones? The roomie came in today feeling "sad" again, this time because law school is turning out to be more work than she expected. As I tried and failed to prevent the "duh" look from creeping onto my face, she explained to me -- quite sincerely -- that she wanted a law degree to make heaps of money and had planned to spend no more than half her time here studying. She also sees no relevance to anything we're doing now because none of it will help us pass the bar exam in three years' time.

Because civil procedure, contracts, torts, and lawyering skills just don't matter in the long run, see.

The good part is that she's the exception. The bad part is that, well, she's the roomie.