the b-word

I was going to write a big post about the bar, but it's late and I want to go to bed and I think if I don't post now I may never.

So this is it: I hand wrote the entire exam, in an extremely large room filled with people whom I presume also did not realize they needed to download the typing software several weeks before the exam took place. When the proctor announced during a break that the typers in the conference facility across the street were having technical difficulties, the entire typing room spontaneously burst into cheers and applause. When my brother-in-law asked me what year in law school they teach you how to be a bastard, I thought he was joking. Perhaps not.


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