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Thursday, July 17, 2003I was in my first week of law school, in 1993, and I saw this flyer for "The Women of Stanford Law," so I was like, "I'll go and meet some nice girls. Whatever." I went to the meeting, and these were not women. These were really angry people. The woman who was leading it spent three years at Stanford trying to change the name "semester" to "ovester." I started laughing and I realized everyone in the room took it very seriously. So I didn't make any friends there. The school wasn't hard at all. It was the people - the most loathsome dose of antisocial disorder. It was like an anthropological study of the law school species, and since nobody talked to me after my "ovester" moment where I started laughing, I had plenty of time to watch people and write letters. I was just writing letters to my friends to kind of amuse myself. By the end of my first semester, I had like 300 pages. "Ovester"? What would that woman think if she found out that "semester" shares the same root word as "menses"? posted by Sydney on 7/17/2003 07:06:00 PM 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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