Hey, Civil Procedure, STOP......Hammer time.
Three days ago, I thought Civil Procedure was just the process after the paternity test, but before you found out if you made it onto Maury. Now, I know that is only partially true. There are also rules, and numbers, and shit. Like, lots of numbers. I mean, have you ever just looked at the number 3. Like really, really looked. It's boobs, man. Boobs.
There are also other numbers of importance, but knowing them is almost unnecessary because law school tests are open book. Seriously, what is up with this shit? I obviously graduated Magna cum laude from the school of hard knocks, so this is child's play. Also, do you know Magna? If so, what is her phone number?
So over the last 3 days, I taught myself the subject. DID YOU KNOW that the word "penal" is used all the time in the law?? HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TAKE THIS SHIT SERIOUSLY.
The exam was actually oodles of fun. Our professor likes to make jokes in his questions, which is cool because it is only our futures, our eternal souls, and our ability to make it rain at the club that rests on this one test. Anyway, the forecast at the strip club is for a lot of moistness, which is only something that is good to hear in this context. Unless you are a carpet cleaner, in which case I imagine it is a win/win.
Long story short, it was a test. It was 3 hours. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It is a blog that may get sued by the estate of Charles Dickens for using his shitty opening sentence. I think things went super awesomely though, which is good because I just took another test, and I don't want to leave anything to chance.
Thanks so much for reading guys! Only one exam to go before Christmas :) You guys rock, and I hope everything is absolutely great!