oiy gewalt

It takes a peculiar strain of misanthropy to come up with law school exam fact patterns. Short hypos are easy; anyone can tell a story. But with the proper ill will towards your fellow man, you can create baroque and nightmarish works of pure malice spun fine as glass. Why pose a simple preclusion question when you can turn out a ninety-minute whopper with three separate suits (two federal and one state, guess which order!), five claims, four parties, two precluded defenses, a missed counterclaim, and three issues up for collateral estoppel, two of which were pure issues of law? Oops, he forgot the partridge in the pear tree.

Times like this make me truly loathe law school. I feel like a ball of yarn being batted around by a psychotic kitten, doing my best not to unwind.