The Straw

It doesn’t take much to set me off lately. And I got the comforting news that all of my friends studying for the bar feels exactly the same way. This is what goes through my mind when I talk to normal, non-bar studying people:

Non-Bar-Studier (hence forth, NBS): “oh, I am so tired! I had such a long day!”

the Voices in my head: “oh really? You had to listen to 4 hours of lecture do 100 multiple choice problems read 50 pages of outline on an area of law that you will never practice in and figuring out the nuances of what exactly a political question is for 12 hours straight? What’s that? You didn’t have to do that? Well then, you don’t really know the meaning of the world “tired” do you? Huh? Do you? Huh? Shut up!”

Yes, segregating myself from the NBSes of the world is a necessary mean to serve a compelling state interest. Because murder is wrong.