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name: Beanie
age: 35
email: bbbeans@yahoo.com


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Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

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Overheard in the Office
JD2B

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Screaming Bean
Thursday, October 21, 2004

The tone at school has become angry. Call it stress, call it disgust, but the 3Ls in particular are angry. As a whole our class does a lot for the school. We hold most of the work study positions, out of necessity partly, out of duty mostly. We run the journals, the moot court, we are the reps for bar review courses, legal research companies, and student organizations. We expect certain perks from this status. We've put in our knocks, done our time and now we should get some respect. Note I said should. This isn't happening. Administration is to blame. Last year the 1Ls ran roughshod over everything, parking to the library, and not a peep was made. These students were coddled. They come with their Burberry, their Audis, their Tag Heuer watches and look down their noses at the rest of us peons as if we don't exist on their plane of existence. Now I know that I have no readership at my school, but in the freakish possibility that someone here is reading this, I have the following to say. For the 2L who parks her Nissan Pathfinder in the front lot day after day: Hear that your knee is all torn up. That's too bad. However, seeing the height of your heels and the lack of scar on your knee (which we have no problem seeing due to the length of your skirts) we all know you're a lying skank. Get the hell out of the lot.

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