My bed is by the window, and I need to rethink that…
This morning around 5:30am, someone started shoveling. The grating of metal on concrete sounds like nails-on-chalkboard plus a pinch of hell.
I shook my fist and tried to go back to bed. Bah!
Luckily that was the worst part of my day. I got up 30 minutes later, made a comfort-food breakfast (pancakes, eggs, toast, green tea…) and then went to school for my final the: 8-hour “take home” Contracts exam.
Now, an 8-hour exam isn’t as bad as you might think. It felt more like having 8 hours to write a paper that I’ve already researched.
I arrive at school shortly after 8am, pick up my exam, and then scoot off to a library outside the law school.
I did my exam surrounded by intense, nerdy, scary, industrious undergrads. Around 3pm I skipped back to the law school, hit print, and handed in my exam. Contracts Crisis* Solved! (mimicking Paris).
Very few people actually take the “take home” exams home. Because what happens? Car accidents happen
Girl in hallway: “Yeah, so this morning someone almost rear ended me! Some hard honking stopped that… But then when I got onto the highway the two people in front of me spun out… god that’s my worst nightmare: missing an exam because I got in a wreck!”
Indeed. That whole getting maimed business is completely secondary concern when you’re in law school…
Plus, depending on how far you live, you’re going to lose an hour in commuting… not worth it.
So I have one exam down, and three more to go! Next is Thursday’s 8-hour Conlaw exam. Vöt!
Our Conlaw professor is holding a Q&A session for us in a few hours, so I haven’t gone home yet. I’m at Starbucks reading about the scandal of the day, and then reviewing the Conlaw outline…
********Update
Okay, I may have understated the situation when I said scandal. I’m at Starbucks literally gasping,…oh my goodness! Blagojevich royally fucked up. And you know Michelle Malkin is on the case…
*******Update #2
The official complaint is available here via the Dept. of Justice homepage…
*contracts wasn’t really a crisis…it was absolutely painless.