But really, I am fairly surprised to see ash on some of my classmates' foreheads. I have this notion that one significant part of law school is tuning your mind to be relentlessly logical.
So here we are, spending hours upon hours a day reading cases, analyzing lines of reasoning, attacking opinions, challenging ways of thinking. Yet this same attack-dog mentality somehow fails to materialize among these folks when it comes to thinking about what the hell they're doing/believing in. Ash on your forehead tells me you believe the Easter story, it tells me you believe in Zombie Jesus. If this is the case, my faith in your abilities to competently advise a client have just hit the floor. I hope Zombie Jesus bites you in the fucking neck, using the ash on your face as a homing beacon, the irony would slay me.
Another downside to Ash Wednesday is finding out which pretty birds are Catholic. What a bummer. I could have gone for another year and a half of law school simultaneously staring at your bum and trying to understand Bush v. Gore, neither of which required me knowing you subscribe to the Pointy-Hat-Guy-is-the-Vicar-of-Christ religion. Yup, could have gone my whole pervey life without knowing that information.
On a final note, the sun has been down for roughly 2 and a half hours. You can wipe the soot off your face. Failure to do so means you are either ignorant of your own tribalistic ritual, a filthy hippie-esque character, or a low-level douche. Your pick. Go forth
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