Sometimes I'm sitting in class and I realize that I am technically in law school. I am supposed to understand the phrases my prof is using: "possesory interest", "colorable claim", etc. At some point I am supposed to start using these phrases. In court. Or when talking to a client. Or trying to impress chicks. That's when I look at the corner.

In the corner of 118, behind the rows and rows of desks of students desperately pretending they understand what's going on, is a shadow. And hiding in the cover of that shadow is a cardboard box. And in that box is a golden sphere, levitating exactly 2 inches off the ground, 2 inches from each side of the box. The sphere is covered with crumbled candy canes and broken dreams. Inside the sphere is a buckyball made out of very small caramel apples connected by thin steel bars. On each apple, a fairy is perched with one finger touching a plastic, blue water bottle in the center of the buckyball. And floating in that water bottle, in a calm sea of Crystal Pepsi, is my ability to pay attention.