The Law School Transplant - If you don't find me helpful, hopefully you'll find me at least mildly entertaining.

I am so smart, I amaze myself sometimes.  I moved to what is quite possibly the hottest city in the state during the hottest part of the summer in the biggest heatwave in recent history.  With smarts like that, there’s no way I failed the bar.

The temperature reportedly topped out at 106 degrees today.  Though I don’t always never carry a thermometer with me, I can say that walking across the parking lot after work today, I nearly spontaneously combusted.  I am also relatively certain that I will have to sell one of my kidneys in order to pay my power bill next month.

The city is probably a good two hours away from the coast, but is situated on a big, soggy river that makes the air thick enough to chew.  I didn’t even know where this place was when I interviewed for the job (cut me some slack, I never took Geography as a kid!), and it’s a good thing I didn’t, otherwise I might have run screaming.

After giving it some serious thought, I might be better off practicing law in Afghanistan.  Or Antarctica.  Or anywhere that is (a) 30 degrees cooler, and (b) won’t make me take the bar exam again.