You Have My Sympathies

Roberts and I were catching up via Googletalk during our late classes last night since we have no classes together this semester and have yet to actually run into each other in the halls. After commiserating about how he has a 12 hour class day on Mondays, and I countered with a 13.5 hour Monday -- compounded by the fact that the last three days of this semester follow our Monday class schedules -- and just general bitching about spring break already being swallowed by papers and presentations due the week after, Roberts (in his typical cynical style) says:
"Man, law school is the fucking worst. I think I would rather have cancer. At least then people are sympathetic."

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