book binding

I did not write the Crimes essay last night. (In fact, I only just finished it now. I wonder how helpful it really is to squeeze these things out, a day late and a dollar short, when one has neither the stomach nor the time to go back over the sample answers since so much other catching-up remains to be done.) In fact, I got nothing done after my torts marathon concluded. Better just to go to bed, I figured, before it got too late. Today was scheduled to be an early morning anyway: I had an appointment at 7:30 am to get my car serviced, a chore overdue by about four months.

I was on top of it, though -- I grabbed my Conviser Mini Review, pulled driving directions off of Google Maps, admired the traffic going mostly in the opposite direction, and made it to the dealership less than a half hour behind schedule. (No, I cannot do a DAMN THING on time lately.) I asked the nice service guy to replace my burnt-out headlight and look into some other odd noises Beautiful had been making lately, and settled in to their waiting room. Sure, I'd barely started the Evidence mini review, but pshaw! I had the whole morning ahead of me to grind through it.

I opened the big dark-green book to the EVIDENCE section and immediately wondered where the hell the outline was. Then I checked the cover and my heart sank. Right where it should have said Conviser Mini Review, it instead read California Graded Assignments and Analysis.

So for five hours, I read back issues of Newsweek. And fell further behind. (To add insult to injury, the car apparently needs a new timing belt as well.)

Whose bright idea was it to make all the Barbri books look exactly alike? The long-form outline books are helpfully printed on legal-size paper, but there are only two of those, and the remaining seven (seven!) volumes all require careful scrutiny of the cover to tell them apart. More careful, at any rate, than I was capable of at 7:30 this morning.

I'm so tired of books being my enemy. I keep meaning to make my peace with them, but somehow there's never time to work my way back toward the good guys when the bad guys are so numerous and demanding. And "bad guys" currently includes a dozen boxes of otherwise-good guys, stacked and looming large in the study, which complicates my allegiance even further.

*sigh*. Back to Study Smart, which at least does not involve dead trees.

thus spake /jca @ June 20, 2005 10:18 PM