urge to kill... rising. 

The running joke Friday went something like:

A: It's admitted students day.

B: Oh? What are you? Weren't you admitted?

A: Oh, for me, every day is Wish-We-Hadn't-Admitted-Her/Him-Day 

or Now-We-Know-Better-Day. 

Or even Please-Get-The-Hell-Out-Of-Our-Law-School-Day.

It's possible that our law school has admitted a class 

even more socially inept than my own. 

Admitted students day coincided, you would imagine fortuitously,

 with one of the largest happy hours of the year: 

the Women's Law Caucus auction. Happy hour was packed, 

but strangely enough, not with Pre-Ls. 

We saw only 4 or 5 that we could readily identify as Prells. I have

decided to write an essay about Noosa, that's a place in Australia

For my essay. So yes Noosa it is. 

I did meet one cool Prell who just graduated from film school. 

I'm pretty sure he'll be coming here next year, although I'm not altogether 

certain that we didn't terrify him. On the plus side, he blew Florida & I a kiss 

before he left our apartment, so he couldn't have been too terrified. 

We'll see if he's in the ranks of '07 next fall, or whether he sends the administration 

a rejection letter noting, "I met Larry, Florida, et. al. No way in hell."