I'ma make you my bitch, kid.

It's me, your worst nightmare. Yep, the Rule Against Perpetuities. Remember when we first met? You, in the library. Me, on page 244 of your property book, sitting on the desk in front of you. I thought we had a connection. But no. You took one look at me, cocked an eyebrow and muttered, "Yeah...no thanks." I was offended. But it was cool. You know why? Because I always knew I'd come back to make make you my bitch.

And here we are. Your exam is less than 24 hours away.

Rule Against Perpetuities, one. Confused law student, zero.

I'm not going to lie, this is going to hurt. You thought you could skim through me like I'm adverse possession or, gasp, landlord/tenant relationships! Do those concepts get capitalized like I do? Fuck no! Everyone knows what the hell an eviction is! And because of your lack of respect, I'll be bending you over tomorrow during your property midterm. Your tears won't stop me. Just ask that 2L still sucking his thumb on the third floor the the library! I done told him I'd mess him up.

What? You didn't think the Rule Against Perpetuities could violate you physically? Think again! You can't spell Rule Against Perpetuities without "Repeat Rape." I'm the opposite of morning sickness. First I give you the headache, then I fuck you! And boy, you'll be so sore Friday morning that the only vested interest you'll have is for a week's supply of Vicodin.

Don't take it personally, kid. This isn't the end of the world. Hell, you might even do alright on the exam tomorrow. But don't fool yourself. I, the Rule Against Perpetuities, will make you grab your ankles, once, twice, probably three times. Don't say I didn't warn you. Best of luck, kid, with the rest of that midterm. My only advice is to study the concepts that aren't fucking capitalized, you arrogant bastard. Oh, and bring lube. You'll need lube for what I'm about to give you. Cause like I said at the beginning, I'ma make you my bitch, kid.

Sweet dreams,

R.A.P.