Only 623 days until we sit for the bar exam.
"Gurggle, grmmm," my stomach grumbled. I'm not sure if it was mad that I only had time to grab a granola bar earlier that day, or if it was tired from sitting in Wills and Estates. Being rather bored myself, I rummaged through my bag to see if I could find anything edible. Unearthing a box of California raisins, I turned back to the cover letter that I was working on. As I popped the first handful of raisins in my mouth, Scalito, who was sitting next to me doing his IP homework, gave me a quizzical look. I mouthed, "They are raisins. As in dried grapes."
Clearly not paying attention in class -- who cares about the Rule Against Perpetuities? -- and having nothing better to do, I decided to look up the date. Scalito was off by 5 days. After informing him of the actual date, he added it to his calendar on his iBook and turned to me, "only 623 days until the bar."
So, yeah, now I have that to look forward to...
*Thanks a lot, Scalito. Prior to our exchange last night, my only infatuation with the bar was where I was going to go for happy hour tonight.