Bitch and Moan aka More of the Usual

Bitch and Moan aka More of the Usual
You know what I hate? When you're doing something and all of a sudden you realize you could have written something else on your exam you took / turned in last week. It's the worst feeling b/c sometimes the thing you could have written was really obvious and not having written it just means you were really unprepared for the exam. And because when you actually practice law (or insert relevant field of practice), that little detail won't ever be relevant, there's nothing this little realization can do for you except make your expectations for grades day even lower. And at the same time, you worked really hard but know you could have worked harder, but either you're just fed up with all the bullshit or you're just tired and worn out. Or maybe you just didn't drink enough (or any) beer after the exams to get the whole damn thing out of your head.

You know what else I hate? When you get a full night's sleep and wake up more tired and sore than when you went to sleep. It's like during the night you engaged in some kind of full-contact slumber, even though there was no one else in your bed and nothing else in your bed besides some cushy pillows and plush, inanimate companions. Yet if someone told you that during the night, 12 men with large sticks broke into your apartment and hit you with said sticks all night long, it would completely make sense because that's how you feel.

You know what else sucks? Being one of the last people at school with work left to do. You made this bed, it's true, but that doesn't mean it doesn't suck when 12 men with large sticks beat you all night long. Wait, I'm mixing my rants.

In college, I was notoriously bad with deadlines. Knowing that I could get an extension with a quick email made me very undisciplined. But then one year, it really backfired because literally as everyone else was done and partying, I was pulling an all-nighter working on a final project. Yeah, that really sucked. Especially because about 4 hours after turning in said project, they kicked me out of the dorms. I think. Because then again, that was so long ago, I could very well be making shit up just to get sympathy.