Juries are racist, and so is the Supreme Court.
31 pages of grammatically incorrect and hardly intelligible blather about jury discrimination does not a paper make.
You will meet an incredibly, incredibly hot & drunk undergrad.
You will see two very famous music artists perform.
The boy that you like will not come to your BBQ.
But you will run into him the next day, and he will give you an acceptable excuse, and be appropriately contrite. He will walk you towards your destination.
And on your way home from running into that boy, a boy on the street will hit on you.
And you will bring him home.
And shamelessly use him for his MLB TV.
And make out with him on your couch while your roommates are studying for their finals. Dirrrrrty.
You will nudge Boy #2 away from you because "Kevin Millar is batting."
You will also tell Boy #2 that he has no game. Which is very true.
You will send Boy #2 away but continue to watch his MLB TV.
You will live in absolute denial of the fact that you have a paper and an exam within the next 5 days, at which point you are absolutely no longer a law student. Which you won't have time to think about because you have more job stuff to take care of immediately after graduation.