A Day in Tha Life

So I wake up in the morning from a late night at school, I got drunk last night, and I dropped my bag in the pool. So I finally fish it out, and my whole stack of torts, and my highlighters exploded on my damn moot court. But it's cool, hell it's just school, so I let it air out and I review the rule...them perpetuities, straight losing me... no law firms are calling me.

Yeah, here we go...

Alright, so my books dry better when I put them in the microwave, so I'm ready to go for 10 hours and play professor slave, no time to shower, so I douse myself in aftershave, hope nobody notices, been wearing this shirt for three days.

Hey man, what's wrong with a Wrestle Mania t-shirt?

The 51 bus never has been on time, and 6 homeless guys just too my last dime. After 25 minutes, the bus drives right by, and then there's this rumbling, a break in the sky, it starts to leak, 8th rain day this week. It sucks, got no umbrella neither, and here come the 7 bus, packed full of skeezers. Damn, I can't take this today. I say screw it, and I walk the whole way.

Ahh, the lovely area south of campus.

Alright, hard part's over, I think quietly, Unpack my mailbox, grab the BBB. Law journal this, keg party that, I got take leak, and in falls my hat! Damn, won't be wearing that tomorrow...

(Probably)...

So I walk into class with look on my face, my hat smelling like urine, my clothes a disgrace. Sounds bad, I'll be the first to admit. So I throw my bag down near where I sit, and I go to sleep, behind that laptop I bought. My snores sound like typing, so I don't get caught. This guy next to me is watching porn DVDs, how can he type with just one hand on the keys?

You think I'm bullshitting? Go to Boalt...

Class is over, by my watch at least, so I gather my stuff for a lunch time feast up at Zeb, with their fancy-ass bread, that place makes my laugh, so I grab Blondie's instead. Street Pizza sits heavy on me, makes me puke faster than property, but I hold it in (no, not to be contrary). Have you seen the bathrooms in the Boalt Library? Damn I ain't crazy, maybe lazy...

I've been called worse...

So after 6 more classes and one moot court, I get home just in time to write a report. So I pump it out with no quality control; my professors prolly think I'm some kinda literary troll, but that's cool; they still pass me. If they need a dope rhyme, they still ask me.

One L, Yeah.

Man, it's tough to be a One L, ask anybody, it's like living in Hell, but I'm learning alot...about the bars in Berkeley and the specials they gotz.

Yeah, One L. A Day in tha life...