It's official: as of 5:39 p.m., I am a 2L.It would be only necessary and proper that I have two litres of Guinness to celebrate. But being a man of moderation, I made due with two pints. If the first year of law school has taught me anything, it's to "manage expectations."
You'll understand if after three three-hour exams over the last two weeks, I'm kind of at a loss for words. I suppose I could try to write all the things I wish I had thought to put in my exam essays, but I am, to appropriate another memorable Mike Myers line, spent.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. I only hope I don't dream of their Honors, Messrs. Cardozo or Scalia.
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In my experience, the best approach was to mentally vomit on the page and let the professor sort it out.
If you get bored, I've got a meme for you. Just what you want, I'm sure.
Well done. I had a Scotsman teach me how to drink out of a yard glass in Edinburg. It definitely felt like 2L.
Thursday was my first day in court. I got a mother who did this to her children -- after the children did the same thing to their 2 year old nephew -- to plead guilty and spend five days in jail.
Then I spent these past few days vascillating between fearing my newly-found power and thinking that I should have insisted on a tougher sentence.
Anyway, this is what you have to look forward to, counsellor: a lot of second-guessing. Good for you on passing your first year exams!
Congratulations! You worked hard for it and now you can celebrate until after Cinco de Mayo!
Thanks, all. I'm actually writing a Recent Development to see if I'm worthy to be a cite-checking lackey next year. So, not quite in the clear yet, but getting there.
Snag, I'm quickly becoming a proponent of the Chum Bucket(TM) exam writing method. Complete sentences are highly overrated.
Goldie, I appreciate the ironic optimism of your word choice: "passing" implies either that I completed my exams satisfactorily, or that they induced the degree of forbearance one associates with kidney stones.
I had a Scotsman teach me how to drink out of a yard glass in Edinburg.
It's all about the glug factor.
I'm late in commenting on this, but saw it through Google Reader the other day and gave a hearty "WOO HOO!" on your behalf! Congrats to you, Sir.
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