Law School = The Grinch that Stole Christmas

I'm at a coffee shop writing a paper. It's about the economic inefficiency of predatory mortgage lending. Too bad I don't know anything about economics or finance.

Anyway, they're playing Christmas music over the speakers. I actually love Christmas music, but it makes me a little sad to hear it now, because it reminds me that I'm stuck studying for finals that will inevitably kick my butt. There's nothing like law school to suck the joy out of the holiday season; Thanksgiving is spent outlining, when really it should be spent getting fat and watching football. And since for some reason law school finals always end really late (last year our last final was a 24-hour take-home final, due on Dec. 23, and this year my last paper is due Dec. 22. Yay! Hopefully I won't get the flu again this year), the run-up to Christmas, which should be spent shopping for gifts and decorating Christmas trees and drinking hot chocolate on the couch while watching Monty Python (ok, that has nothing to do with Christmas but I like Monty Python), is instead spent in a desperate, coffee-and-panic-fueled bid to fend off failure.

At least there are peppermint mochas. Those are festive.