I just got out of one in my Contracts class. I honestly went in expecting it to be worse based on all the horror stories I'd heard from previous law students. It certainly wasn't easy, but it was within reason. But it was one of those kinds of tests where you can't actually finish, and many students who don't finish do better than students who get closer to finishing because they analyze things more in depth.
But one girl was balling her eyes out in the hallway. I kind of wanted to laugh and say, "Chill the fuck out it's just a test," but her boyfriend was there and he looked equally confused as I did. I'm glad I didn't feel raped by the test like she did. She'll probably be so thrown off the rest of the week it will screw her on all her finals.
We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers…Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. –Raoul Duke
It is hard to shed anything but crocodile tears over White House speechwriter Patrick Buchanan's tragic analysis of the Nixon debacle. "It's like Sisyphus," he said. "We rolled the rock all the way up the mountain...and it rolled right back down on us...." Neither Sisyphus nor the commander of the Light Brigade nor Pat Buchanan had the time or any real inclination to question what they were doing...a martyr, to the bitter end, to a "flawed" cause and a narrow, atavistic concept of conservative politics that has done more damage to itself and the country in less than six years than its liberal enemies could have done in two or three decades. -Hunter S. Thompson
