Sick With Go-Getting

I'm staying up late feeling like a super-law-student entering volunteer profiles for Boston University 1L's who are coming to town next week.

Those bastards have 3.7, 3.8, even 3.9's while spending every waking moment of their non-study time doing things like teaching stepdancing in Cambodia and getting a black-belt in martial arts.

This sort of thing makes you wonder if you've been holding yourself up to the wrong yardstick.

My mother would say, ditch the yardstick.

Alright mom, I'll use it as a crop instead.