Monday, May 16, 2005
RACE HORSE
Thanks to my Zoology degree, I’m about to school you on some things. A race-horse is not one of the lovely creatures that run around the track at Churchill downs on Derby day. No a RACEHORSE is a law school exam that leaves you no time to breathe but enough time to curse your teacher for being born. A RACEHORSE is an exam that contains more questions than issues covered in class. A RACEHORSE is something that makes you question why you ever studied rather than just pre writing some answers. A RACEHORSE is not something you want in your life; it is not something you pay $30,000+ to obtain. A RACEHORSE is so much a staple of law school life that it now comes pre programmed with a smile from the professor and gasps of shock and outrage from the students. In our next lesson my faithful readers we will examine another law school exam term: An Ass-reaming.
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About Me
- Cali J
- Cali-J ueber alles in der Welt. Some think that I am mean; (I call them friends), in fact I am not that mean. What I am is sarcastic and dry to the sandpaper level. I have friends that I have never said a kind word to their face, but I praise to the ends of the earth to anyone I know and will defend them to the end. That’s just how I roll! My boys know that I am down for them, my girls know that no matter what I will keep them safe (and occasionally flirt with them [If you are a female friend of mine and think I haven’t flirted with you it just means you didn’t notice, it was extremely subtle or…not yet ]). No one is safe from my sarcasm even my own parents; hence of course as a kid I spent a significant amount of time in punishment. I treat people with respect if I think they deserve it – everyone starts off with the same amount of respect from me (a lot). You don’t need to earn my respect; you have to keep my respect.
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