The Seventh Grade

What is it about law school that makes me feel like I am in seventh grade?  Is it the lockers or the cliques?  Is it the backstabbing or the snubbing?  Is it the gossip or the competition?  The worst part for me?  That lately I’ve felt that I am just as afflicted with the seventh grade illness as everybody else.  Recently I even found myself asking other people, “Do you think he likes me?”  Ppppppllllleeeeaaasse!  Save me now! Maybe I should just send him a note (through two or three friends) with a little yes/no box! I hate it when I don’t act like me.