“You need to study 6 hours every day,” says the law professor in class. “To have any chance at passing the Bar.”
OK, I thought, then hurriedly-- not quite desperately-- looked for anything to write numbers on.
Let's see. There are 24 hours in a day, I calculated, writing on the margin of the 3-days-old issue of PDI I had with me. This issue has this cool front page photo of the coolest balcony in the world. Anyway, 24 hours minus the things you generally can't do anything about, 8 hours of sleep and 8 hours at work. So, minus 16 hours. That's only 8 hours left. Minus the other important activity you need to do to be able to study well: Eating food. Which of course you likewise need to actually, you know, live. I mean, if you don't you won't have your 24 hours at all. So that should be there, and that should have been calculated with the first two, you beanpole. Hookay. That's 8 minus 3 hours. 1 hour every meal. And that's... 5 hours left.
OK, ok, don't loose hope. Maybe you could adjust your 8 hours of work a little, and a bit of your hours of sleep, and, yes, your meals. I think you can still fit an hour of study there. Yessiree, that solves the problem, right? Ah, but you still have your classes, dumbass, and that's 3 solid hours out there waving goodbye.
“Syempre, you still have to count those hours you need to travel to work, and school, and of course, taking a bath, brushing your teeth, doing chores, talking to people, blogging, and the usual staring blankly at the air in disbelief at all the important things you didn't do. Which is roughly around 2 hours,” whispered my seat mate as he looks at my calculations in the same way we'd generally look at roadkill. Tsk, tsk.
“6 hours,” our good professor iterated for emphasis. “Minimum.”
Yep. I'm doomed.
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