Wednesday, September 20, 2006

|My Law School Analogy|

You know when you read in a fitness magazine or article about a new exercise you should be doing at the gym and you go to the gym and try it out and you do it just like the article said and you are sure you have just the same form as the shiny, toned model in the photographs or diagrams but you don't feel it where the article said you would so then you go back home and re-read the article (heaven forbid you bring the article with you onto the gym floor and let the people around you know that you aren't totally gifted with an absolute and perfect knowledge of all things athletic) and go back to the gym and try it again and still you do not feel it where the magazine said that you should.

Yeah, that's law school for me.

And I may have been watching Scrubs too much.


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