Law Professor Hospitalized for Uncontrollable Hysterical Laughter Caused by Grading Student's Exam

My performance on the Evidence exam was abysmal at best. It was the lowest chapter of my law school career. Worse than the time I tripped up the stairs in front of the group of 1Ls, worse than the time I polished off a couple bottles of wine with my professional responsibility professor, and worse than the time when I got called on in class when my future boss was in the room and I completely froze and there blinking stupidly at the speaker like he had just fallen from Mars while everyone stared at me, waiting, but I couldn't think of anything, ANYTHING, to say, couldn't even sputter one single intelligible thought, and the clock ticked loudly and ever so slowly and I wished I could just disappear in a puff of smoke... Yes indeedy. Today ol' Juicy took a blood bath of tremendous proportions.

There's a picture. It used to be a secret picture of a disheveled movie star who had partied a bit too hard and was now being escorted out of Studio 54 by a concerned-looking bouncer. No, wait. It's me at Law Prom a few months ago. What is going on in the picture? What is going on? Dudes, I do not know. Not my finest hour. But after the embarassment that was my Evidence exam, the picture doesn't seem so bad anymore. Maybe I'll regain some self respect in a few days and then I'll edit this post and take the picture down.



I won't belabor the issue. It's over now. Thank God. My homies and I went out for a beer and darts afterward, and then I came home to take a nap, but it was not much of a nap because I kept dreaming about hearsay exceptions and propensity and relevance. I woke up two hours later mumbling "truth of the matter asserted...no, I don't think that goes to the truth of the matter asserted..."

Okie dokie. Anyhoo. I'm pulling myself together and I am going to begin studying for the exams I have on Monday and Tuesday. My weekend promises to be gloomy and completely lacking in joy. Except for a brief period tomorrow when I plan to stop by Gretchen's brunch to celebrate her recent graduation from Med School. (Congrats, doctor!!!)

Julie hosted a super fun craft conspiracy last night, and I'm glad that I pulled myself away from the books to play in some mud and drink wine with my lovely lady-friends. We all made clay pots of sorts--I made a little plant stand with a little birdie and flower on it. Julie is going to fire them up in the kiln and we'll glaze at next month's meeting. Good times!