a few books at the Santa Clara Law library where I study
Imagine calmly walking over to your kitchen sink, letting a gentle stream of water fall into a glass that sits comfortably in your hand, and then drinking deeply and happily. Pretend that's law school (ha).
That would make bar prep like busting off the top of a fire hydrant and having your head shoved into the explosion, knowing that this is your last chance to hydrate before you have to sprint for three days in the desert. And if you don't finish the race, the organizers shoot your knee caps in front of all your friends.
So no more posting for the rest of July: see you on the other side.