Thursday, April 30, 2009

Thoughts on Finals


That about sums it up. For those of you who have emailed, asking if I am still alive, I am: right under the vultures.

In your next quasi-regularly scheduled episode, get ready for swine flu, undergrads, the mean thing I did to a stranger, and how fun professors are drunk.

Promising, right?

In the meantime, it turns out that I don't actually "know" anything about "jurisprudence," so....I'll be back. Promise.



2 comments: said...

Haha. I think I might buy a stuffed vulture and set it above the study carrel. I'll put a piece of an outline in its mouth...

adele said...

I like's idea.

But I might substitute a photocopied portion of the tax code.

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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson