Correspondence, Part Three

Dear Now-Less-Esteemed Law Professor,

I think we might have spoken of this before. Please let me out when class ends, not after realquickinaminutejustonemorething.

I had yet another mandatory and completely uninformative meeting today, and you keeping me meant nine minutes less that I got to spend bitching with my friends about said meeting.

(The high point of the meeting, it should be noted, was when someone raised his hand and said, “Can’t we get all this information off the Web site?” and then got up and left. And at least the box lunches they provided us with this time had candy bars instead of carrots. Points for that.)

But back to your class, I’d like to let you know in advance how much I enjoyed our next assignment: a detailed description of how to use an index, complete with diagram.

You are truly pointing me down the path of enlightenment. And that index-guru knowledge will definitely come in handy when I start reading this book I picked up in Border’s, “How to Not Shoot Yourself in Law School.”

Best,

Erica

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No fashion today. I wore distressed jeans and a coral short-sleeved hoodie with blue and yellow polka dots (which I got for $3.48 at Belk. Good deal.). I was too tired from staying up last night to get ahead in the reading. But it was worth it, because I did get about two weeks ahead.

Further Correspondence

Outfit: Jeans: Seven for All Mankind; Shirt: Anthropologie; Red peeptoes: Jessica Simpson*

*I feel kind of embarrassed to buy Jessica Simpson shoes, actually. But these were so cute…I also like her new perfume, Fancy…but I am too embarrassed to buy that. There’s something oddly unclassy about buying celebrity scents from people like Jessica Simpson or Britney Spears. But maybe I’m alone in that feeling.

Dear George Clooney,

Thank you for making a guest appearance in my dream last night. It was kind of you to drop by.
In fact, you put me in a pretty good mood all through Property, right until the end of the class, at which time my fellow classmates always see fit to raise their hands and ask some inane, unrelated, or just plain dumb question that keeps me in my seat for five to ten minutes extra, foot tapping and eyes rolling.

So, keeping in mind how stressed out and generally annoyed I feel as a result of being in law school, maybe you could bring a friend next time. Like Christian Bale.

Just something to think about. Thanks.

Love,

Erica