:Shennanigans:

Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!?
Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. : )
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Now I lay me down to sleep;
books are sliding in their heap.
Full of knowledge, laws, and rules;
for this profession, laden with fools.

I dream of objections, procedures, and writs;
I do think I have lost my wits.
Perpetuities, hearsay, and judicata;
memorize and know them, I just gotta.

Two more weeks until the end;
into the the Committee my exams I send.
Oh, the grueling time to come;
the rewards are plentiful, but only for some.

For you see, this is California;
the odds are not stacked in way good for ya.
My message to all who cross this tale;
blow your raspberries, but never say "fail."

If you see a person on the road;
mumbling something about some Code...
It may very well be little ol' me,
ranting on about the FRE.

Walk on by, point if you must;
but I can make wills, and a trust.
Property divided and Constitution construed,
but these are not the things which wooed.

The three long days are around the bend,
but after that - it is the end.
Life back to normal, time to sleep,
and shed the information I choose not to keep.

Amen.

GOOD LUCK TO ALL THE BAR TAKERS OUT THERE!!!

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2005-07-08 9:07 PM Shennanigans Prayer Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: contemplative Read/Post Comments (4)	Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!? Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. : ) __________________________________ Now I lay me down to sleep; books are sliding in their heap. Full of knowledge, laws, and rules; for this profession, laden with fools. I dream of objections, procedures, and writs; I do think I have lost my wits. Perpetuities, hearsay, and judicata; memorize and know them, I just gotta. Two more weeks until the end; into the the Committee my exams I send. Oh, the grueling time to come; the rewards are plentiful, but only for some. For you see, this is California; the odds are not stacked in way good for ya. My message to all who cross this tale; blow your raspberries, but never say "fail." If you see a person on the road; mumbling something about some Code... It may very well be little ol' me, ranting on about the FRE. Walk on by, point if you must; but I can make wills, and a trust. Property divided and Constitution construed, but these are not the things which wooed. The three long days are around the bend, but after that - it is the end. Life back to normal, time to sleep, and shed the information I choose not to keep. Amen. GOOD LUCK TO ALL THE BAR TAKERS OUT THERE!!! Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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