"Sometimes I look at her and wonder 'why is she even here'?"

Law school invites many types of people, mostly competitve and usually without direction in life. I find that, usually, these people are the creme de la creme of obnoxiousness. While you find few people in school who don't vex or annoy you, I know that usually, I want to throttle some, if not a majority, of my classmates.

Cliques are especially interesting to observe. For example, there are a group of girls who are in my CCR fellowship program. I was going to call them the Blonde Brigade but not all are blonde, so let's call them the Moral Patrol or even better, God's Property (GP). At first, I despised these girls and not because they were super Christian (in fact, that makes me actually kind of like them so long as they are not hypocritical about it), but because they were associated with one girl who has been nothing but rude and superior since I met her. For all intents and purposes we'll name her Princess.

Princess is a special type of law student. She apparently has a modicum of intelligence, or so I'm told by her friends because she's able to speed read through our cases. I have yet to figure out if this proves to be true. My favorite part about her is the fact that she speaks down upon people with such a Napolean complex and I find her to be completely average as a human being. Newsflash Princess: Just because you live in the Hills and wear Chanel earrings, it doesn't mean you're going to do well in law school or that you're even better, generally, than your fellow colleagues. For the love of God, you're fat and you date a man 20 years your senior. That's disgusting. (Note: she's 22 and boyfriend is 43. Yes, I am totally judging her.)

I believe that Princess has a problem speaking to people respectfully. Her tone and mannerisms are completely out of line and if I wasn't afraid of damaging my legal career I would probably bitchslap her all the way back to the second grade - because that's how this heifer acts. Anyway, it would be interesting to see how Princess will do. The competitive person in me hopes she'll fail out, however, that same competitive person in me will hope that she will be a worthy adversary behind her expensive clothes, average mind and alleged holier-than-thou ways. Either way, it'll be fun to rile her up insidiously (or not so insidiously when she riles me up). I mean, hey, I have to entertain myself for at least two and a half more years at this school, right?