I was standing in line at Dulles, waiting for the SuperShuttle that would take me to my new digs at the libertarian party house, when I noticed that the guy standing beind me looked really familiar.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
He looked at me with a total lack of recognition. Then he noticed my HLS t-shirt.
"Oh, you're from Harvard. Are you a 1L?"
"No I just graduated."
So I spent the entire ride to D.C. getting to know one of my classmates: someone I spent the last three years in school with and never spoke to. He's a nice guy. Like me, he's in D.C. for the summer studying for the bar while the 1L significant other works.
550 students per class is just freaking ridiculous.