With a Rebel Yell

Billy might have gotten it wrong, because my rebel yell certainly sounds more like "No More, No More, No More." I left Barbri early today. (ooooooooooo) Anne said she was going to tell on me and I won't be able to take the bar. Now, I'm not an idiot. I don't believe Anne for a second - Anne who keeps skipping lectures to go to lunches with mentors, but still I have that "sick to my stomach" feeling about leaving. Kinda like my life support theory. I am sure that this afternoon the lectures have given away all the secrets to the California Bar, along with the answer key. But I'm not going to dwell on it. Why? Cause I don't have time! I have at least four hours of work to get in here at the library today. As Scarlett O'Hara said "Fiddle dee dee, I'll worry about that tomorrow." Ahh Scarlett, now there's a girl after my own heart. Nothing to worry about but sitting back and looking pretty. And for those of you who think maybe I didn't watch the whole movie, I am WELL aware that there was a little war going on and her life was destroyed, but I still contend that the Civil War had NOTHING on the Bar.

I also stopped on the way home to pick up a basketball. I felt the need to get a basketball. Now, I should point out that I don't play basketball. I've never played basketball. But today? I want to play basketball. So after I finish all my work I'm taking it to the courts (of course, this plan will only work if the courts are deserted and its dark enough that no one will see me). I'd love to come up with some great analogy comparing studying to basketball, but as I said. I don't play basketball. I guess the closest I can come is hoping to have some skill to fall back on when I inevitably fail since I skipped half of class today.