2L year ends

Exams are over. I’m a 3L, and thrilled.

The past few days were full of long hours at the library, late nights at the office, post-finals celebrations, dog walks, rollerblading, dancing, cackling, and even a date.


My goodness. How exhausting.

That second picture is of Jack and his crush, Jared McDreamy. Look at those cheesy smiles. Sigh.

And the last exams?

A 3L said it best after Wednesday’s corporate tax law final:

Pissed 3L: “No other institution could get away with this. This is ridiculous. No other for-profit business could provide such shitty service for what they charge. Nothing works. The wireless doesn’t work. The printers don’t work. The staplers don’t work. Nothing fucking works in this entire school.”

I thought about that quote the next day while printing my Advanced Estate Planning exam.

I printed my exam from the computer lab because on Sunday I wasted an entire hour trying to print my international tax law outline from my laptop and I did not have the energy to go through that ordeal again.

I was also bleeding during my exam. That morning the dogs and I got caught in a rain storm during our morning walk. The rottweiler tripped me as we ran back home and I kissed some concrete. I noticed that my jeans were covered in blood when I got in my car to go to school. The skin of my knee was scraped off, but luckily I have a ton of first-aid supplies left over from 1L year.
So there I am, in the computer lab, printing while ignoring the throbbing pain of my knee, and of course there are no staples. BAH HUMBUG.
An empty stapler during the school year is a slight inconvenience, but an empty stapler during finals is worse than leggings. Well, maybe not…

At least it’s over.

Tomorrow I am going to the office for a few hours and then heading to a cafe to read a novel. Non-law students may not appreciate how glorious that is, but it trust me. It’s amazing.

One more year. Vöt!