Taking a tip from a man with a beard, there is a story to be told.

So I've taken the plunge into a world of study that is unlike anything I've done so far. I was a student, and a good one for quite a while, but now I am the uber-stud. The student who studies the kinds of things that make regular students heads hurt and bleed and break out like it's your first time at a 7th grade dance. The LSAT. Better men have come and gone and one thing remains... the test. Many people will tell you that it's no good to reduce your worth to a number score, but they did not take the LSAT.

And so I quit my job, tedious and mind-atrophying as it was, and moved a lot of dusty cds, a couple choice books, two different dove stick deodorants, every wearable outfit I could find and 3 pairs of shoes up to my Aunts house in Rutherford.

At which point I began to do two things. I began to study and attend class in the daunting city that never sleeps, and I began to infect the nice people who were letting me bum in their nests with my cold germs. If only I could see results like these in my studies, I'd really be doing something.

to be continued...