The New Yale Law School 1L

Margie Principal walked around the room looking at Trisha Trousseau pitifully.

-You are to have no children. The Law is your child. and you are the enemy of the liberal civil libertarians.

-The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Margie lit up a cigarette.

-My psychologist suggested I smoke a cigarette a day. Is your psycho-analyst Steve.

-Steve Who?

-You know Steve Woo?

-No. Steve, the writer of this story.

-The novel is dead.

-Poor novel. it was a novel thing to do. You are accepted. You only teach 1L.

Trisha let out a sigh of relief.