I may be fat, but you're still ugly and I can always diet.

Miss R in Section B provided me with the topic for my blog today by telling me that other people’s bullsh*t shouldn’t affect me. Take the attitude of the blog title to heart. I may be fat, but you’re still ugly and I can always diet. Today I had a practice oral argument where I completely bombed in front of my class. I say practice because next week, I'll be in front of judges and my professor will be grading me. Suffice to say, I won't do any worse than I did today. Now, bear in mind, I probably wouldn't be feeling as bad if it weren't for GP. GP, short for God's Property, is a group of 4 girls in my class who are blonde, super Christian (think: Mandy Moore in SAVED), and mean, mean, mean. I would classify them as the more known nickname of "mean girls" but GP is so much more fitting. They go around school being horrifically mean to their future colleagues but then talk about how they believe in Jesus and go to church all the time and that they have "love in their hearts for those who are beneath them" (true story).

Unfortunately for me, they've been the bane of my existence since school started. Even more unfortunate? They're in my fellowship program, thus subjecting me to further torture with them over my summer break. Why are they so horrible, you ask. Well notwithstanding the fact that they tell everyone that they are right now ranking at the top of our class (mind you, our grades are soft grades from last semester - rankings change like Miss J on Top Model changes hair styles), they tend to make you feel like you're this small. For those who remember my past blog and affectionately remember BFD, its like her times 4 of them and they're blonde and Jesus freaks. (Please note: I have nothing against Christians. If you know me well, you know that I'm very Catholic and also open minded about different religions.) But I digress.

Today, as I was laying out my oral argument in front of the class, the professor interrupted me with a question that I wasn’t fully prepared for. As I searched my argument notes for the answer, I hear a little snickering and giggling to my right. I look (even though I know) and lo and behold GP is laughing at me for pausing too long. Laughing, tittering, snickering, whispering to each other and pointing. Thrown off, I look back to my notes and try to collect my thoughts. The pause starts to become unbearable. All I can hear is them. My face starts to get hot and literally, I felt the tears springing to my eyes. (Such a literary term that I feel is so graphic in words and feeling.) The professor sees that I’m shaken and gently (but almost condescendingly) says, "Perhaps you should go back to your first point." I was horrified and humiliated.

My friends outside of law school are just shocked and confused. Who raised these people? Sadly enough, my friends inside of law school thought that it was pretty standard for them. After stewing for over 24 hours in anger over it brought me back to what Miss R said to me almost immediately after. No matter what, I can always change things about myself I don’t like but they will always have a hideous soul. Now, yes, it seems drastic of a word choice for people who are just like little high schoolers with silver spoons in their mouths. Funny enough, they were all born and raised in the OC. Either way, these are the girls who will hide library books, try to snoop through your notes, tell you that they think you’re a slut to your face (true story) and remind you daily that they are at the top of our class with their grades. What I want to know is, what does this tell you about where i'm living for the next three years?

On a petty note, (hey, if you don't like it, you don't have to read it) in Facebook news my lovely ex-boyfriend apparently is now calling his new girlfriend of less than 2 months "bebe" and tells her on Facebook that he "loves her." I personally would love to call him and thank him for helping me lose 5 pounds today by puking simultaneously while I read that. Remember, I can always diet. (Which is pretty funny because I think his new girlfiend did reference me as fat. Fitting.)