Teacher, can I use the Hall Pass?

I've maybe expressed how law school = middle school (mostly just the first year).

I had all my classes with the same subsection of our class. My classes were assigned. My carrel was like my locker, which I visited between each class to trade out books I needed for each class. I never had to leave the building all day.

The difference was that my friends were approaching 30, not 13.

And now I've reverted even further (farther? I still don't know):

Bar Prep = elementary school.

Here's what I did in class yesterday.

I filled in blanks in a workbook.

What? You don't trust me to take notes on my own on my computer without getting distracted by gchat and wikipedia?

Thank you BarBri for realizing I have the attention span of a 2nd grader.

Choices

We have to make a lot of choices in life. Some of the most difficult involve which celebrity gossip to believe and what to dismiss as false.

For example, some celebrity "trivia" I choose to believe:

Jamie Lee = hermaphrodite.

"Lady" Gaga may actually be "Sir" Gaga.

There is a website called ladygagaisaman dot com. What more proof do you need?

And some falsehoods I refuse to just blindly accept:

Tupac is dead.

TMZ saw him in New Orleans recently.

And this article citing the Top 20 reasons (narrowed down from 50) why he's alive points out some striking parallels between Mr. Shakur and Machiavelli. An interesting read.

And most recently...

Wentworth Miller is gay.

Just because he is the frontman for a popular men’s high-fashion line in South Korea (you have good taste, Korea) doesn't mean he is gay.

Z....and Done! (phew!)

Janna is grateful for this sweet face she gets to see every time she opens her kitchen cupboard.

Not sure why she doesn't eat more. That's some pretty strong incentive (or at least pretty incentive).

And I'm grateful for zodiac signs. Because a zodiac compatibility website told me that this guy and I are a "perfect connection."

Apparently we are "well suited intellectually and every other way."

I might be in love.

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That's my school!

(Or at least, it was.)