Its not everyday that your law school is overrun with bearded hippies. And by overrun, I mean that there were two. But as a closet republican, it only takes two to smoke the whole bag.
I met a few fellow classmates who turned out to be really nice. Once was even sipping on a PBR while the dean spoke. Maybe it was the dean who was drinking it? Hell, i hung out with the hippie too long anyway.
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