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| I Still Get Proofed Sometimes When I Am Out ... |

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| ...But To Prove I Went To Ha-Vard Definitely Requires At Least Two Forms Of ID |
If Anyone Has Ever Needed Proof That God Has A Sense Of Humor, All You Need To Do Is Look In The 2006 Harvard Law
Yearbook And See My Incredelous, Smiling Face
| Okay, So One Of The First Benefits Was The Inn... |

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| ...Where Pics Of Felix Frankfurter And Other Luminaries Hung From The Walls |
Okay, so I did not exactly think Katrina was going to land me at Harvard Law. Heck, I did not think
a nuclear explosion would land me at Harvard. Nor did I think I would want to attend such a high and mighty school.
After all, I am a salt of the earth backpacker. I am more likely to make friends with the waiters at a dinner party
that the guests of honor. What the heck was I going to do at a school where everyone was named Harold Jacobs IV?
It took all of my will and might to pass on going to NSE in Fort Lauderdale, where my old apartment on the bac was waiting
for me and my volleyball and softball teams were willing to take me back with open arms. Sun, surf, babes in bikinis
... nah, I would rather go to the top law school in the country. Wow, I must be maturing -- well, at least a little:)
| Yes, Just In Case You Needed More Proof... |

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| ...I Completely Understand, As I Still Don't Believe I Went There |
| Name Dropping Becomes An Occupational Hazard... |

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| ...Once You Attend Ha-Vard, As I Know You Understand |
Well, I went from an unwilling student to a fan of this place so fast I would have made Carl Lewis jealous
of my quickness. In no Particular order, I rubbed elbows with Justic Scalia and Breyer, lived in the famous Lincoln's
Inn, complete with open bar downstairs, DirectTV in every room and across the street from the law school -- asked a direct
Bernie question to Peter Gammons, worked on a gubernatorial campaign on VA for three days and nights, got my mug in the yearbook
and my finger around a Harvard ring, went from being a hermit to a social butterfly who many people were interested in catching,
saw 'The Game' go to triple OT at Yale, spent 10 days driving through Ireland (as you have seen on previous photographs),
was interviewed by the top firms in the US of A, wooed with chocolate covered pretzels and dinner parties, went to the
rare book room and read Turow's 1L original manuscript from the rare book room, as well as publishing my third novel,
What Now?, and finally was able to see what a real law school looks like (sorry, Tulane, but you ain't it:). Fortune
comes from misfortune. It is an amazing world in which we live.
| Not To Think It Was All Studying And Hard Work... |

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| ...As I Had A Brief Moment Or Two With This MIT Undergrad |
| And My Time Would Not Have Been Complete... |

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| ...Without Dating A Hungarian Harvard Undergrad As Well |
It is funny, I suppose, ut I felt like this was my last time to date girls in the 19-22 range, seeing as
I am a 36 year old ancient relic. But I did not feel that way during these five months. Now, of course, I do once
again. So old I am amazed I can still move without the help of a nursemaid (well, maybe not quite THAT bad:) And
rumor has it, if you are with super-intelligent girls it will rub off on you in some way. Heck, I am feeling much smarter
already. C'mon, somebody ask me the square root of 16. Anybody. Bueller. Frye.
| Yes, I Made Friends With The Squirrels... |

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| ...In Cambridge Commons Right Next To My Home |
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