On hold

Yesterday morning I woke up around 6 a.m. and felt like the plague hit. So I emailed my boss and rolled back into bed. I finally dragged myself to my finals situation room (aka Starbucks) by 11 a.m. and worked on my Weimar Cinema essay until my 5:30 p.m. class.

The paper is supposed to be 15 page. I got 11 done, so good progress I suppose.

And then I had my last formal class of law school…

…which really isn’t a law school class.

But I am not done. The tax clinic expects me to work until next Friday, which is frustrating because my facebook stream is full of all of my friends declaring that finals are done and summer is here. And yet here I sit on hold for another week.

Law school feels like Avatar: creepy blue people and an ending that just won’t come soon enough.