Dear New Law School Life,

Alright, so maybe I have been sitting in this library chair for over 4 hours and have only made it through 20 pages of reading, and I am aware that my hands, forearms, face, and clothes (wtf?) are covered in ink and highlighter. It is true that not everyone is as drawn to my new aroma of salt and vinegar chips or the fact that I am now 2 inches shorter because of all the damn 100 lb books...but I love you new law school life. The people are smart, the boys are hot (and loaded), and I am not longer considered "lame" for spending my free time editing my notes. Even the hours upon hours of work are a bit enjoyable.

I have found my people.

A bit sadistic,
Massie