FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT CONSIDER YOURSELF OPTIMISTIC, DISREGARD THIS POST
As I sit here procrastinating, I realize the calm before the storm is officially over as we are now balls deep in the second semester of our 1L year; we now ask ourselves a series of serious questions such as: Why did I do this to myself? When did I get so ugly? When did I get this poor? Why is the only time I smile when I see pizza or tequila? What are these gray hairs? Why do I become more socially awkward everyday? Why do I not hate the idea of dying? Will this be worth it? Ha, kidding what I mean is…is this allowing me to retire ANY SOONER than I would have with a bachelor's degree? Why am I not a prostitute, way easier... getting paid under the table to have SEX… so much more appealing…and I could go for hours but I won't bore the world with my endless misery. Oh one more…when did I become so GOD DAMN DRAMATIC……that is all.
