It's called grammar.

The worst part about reading ads on Craigslist is the complete lack of proper grammar, capitalization, and spelling in 90% of the ads. Well, technically, that's three things, but they all fit in the same category of being able to write at a high school graduate level. How the hell can a man expect to attract a female with a sentence like this: "Ok so im tired of finding girls who are either interested on nice cars, sex and.money, I need someone who I can actually call my gf, someone to talk on the phone till late , txt , spend time with on weekends or just take a random.trip to anywhere and take a long walk and just talk about anything." I don't understand. Is it that impossible to not stick in random periods or to actually properly place spaces? And the guy is my age. When that's what is available, is it any wonder that I am single and find it impossible to find a long-term partner? Is it so wrong to hold out for a man who has read, on his own accord, something other than the sports section of the local newspaper and is also straight?

"The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men/Gang aft agley/An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain"

Final year of law school. It's been hell getting here. It'll be another hell from here to passing the bar. Job market's shit. Everything I've touched this semester's turned to ash. I was complimented on my writing style for the first time since starting law school by my upper-level writing requirement professor. He actually enjoyed reading my rough draft, the first piece of non-fully-legal writing that I've done here (my attempts to master legal writing leave me with short, choppy sentences and an incoherent rambling instead of a nice flow). Just another sign that, really, I ought not to be here. But, here I still am, in this Godforsaken little town, suffering through a final year, and I'll be damned if I don't see it to the end and finally get the diploma that I put my blood, sweat, and tears into earning.

Dammit, I still want to drop everything and escape. Wake up from this fucking nightmare, but, no matter how hard I pinch myself, this is the reality that I have to face. Just over six months from now, it'll all be said and done. I will have taken the bar. Then we can see if these past 3.5 years were utterly wasted or worth the trouble. The really tragic thing is that if I could go back and do it all over again, I don't think I would have changed what I did. Everything would just replay itself as if I hadn't been given a second chance. How's that for sick and twisted?