Nine practice exam questions later, I'm still tired. But I think I'm getting there. At least as far as criminal law is concerned.
I'm going to head out now, pick up a burrito for myself (have been spending too much money at the vegetarian restaurant lately! Time for a cheapie; we'll splurge on the celebration after this is all over) and catch the 5:27 train up to town. This will be my last night at the Abigail for months, the last night I'll spend with an outline occupying the space on the passenger-side pillow that is usually reserved for my husband.
And then, tomorrow morning at 8:30, will be the last exam of my first semester of law school. Send all the waves, prayers, and good vibrations you can spare -- I need them now more than ever. I'll need to issue-spot like wildfire (including exceptions, defenses, causation, complicity, etc.), then shift gears and ponder policy like an actual pundit (into which law school may yet turn me; we shall see). I shall appreciate your support beyond measure.
I'll be such an unbearable bundle of glee after this is all over that I might actually require restraints.
Until then!
thus spake /jca @ December 18, 2002 04:25 PM