My legislation professor brings cookies on Mondays. Subway cookies.
I get to see my friends again! Curse living an hour away and being busy all summer. It’s time to catch up.
I thoroughly enjoy grading papers. Yes, that makes me a geek. I don’t care. Maybe the newness will wear off, but I doubt it.
I get my own study space! Reserved! For me! Though my carrel is in the law library basement, it is only four steps from the Ag Law Journal office door. Handy.
And finally, my evidence professor says things like “…we don’t know if she’s a crack wh**e, but we do know they were both prostitutes.”