Day 617: Hell, thy name is REAL PROPERTY
Apr. 26th, 2008 04:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzThat's right. I'm exactly halfway done with my finals. Took the one for real property yesterday. That sucked a whole lot. I mean, wow, it sucked hardcore. Five essays in the space of three hours, some multi-part, some not. Some loaded with stupid questions about title insurance (which we covered for all of two minutes, ranting aside) and questions about Nebraska law that no one honestly cares about. There was question wherein I genuinely made stuff up and hoped it stuck. I'm pretty sure it didn't. About halfway through my head started to spin and everything went double, but I wrote on anyway. Keske was the first out. I think I was the second. My head hurt like none other and I'm quite sure that, in the first five minutes after I emerged, I didn't even know my own name. I came straight home and then slept.
Mom and I had supper, watched Numbers. We did dorky things like rearranged furniture. Rather, Mum had rearranged furniture while I was out and so we wrangled the furniture so as to be able to plug things in and get them working again. We put together a lamp for me and also some chairs for the bar, since Mum had deemed the old bar stools uncomfortable.
I was up pretty late, chatting intermittently with Schu, Chani, and Rowsdower. I slept late. Woke up while Mum was out, showered, ate, and started to study. I studied for I don't know how many hours. Five or six, I think. Just contracts, sorting through old notes, restatements, and the UCC. I threw in August Rush for some background noise, because while one is intently studying the law of third party beneficiaries, glancing up in time to see Jonathan Rhys-Meyers playing guitar is intensely helpful.
It's done, now, the outline of all suck. Mom and I are going to eat dinner, head off to Trevor's baptism, and then probably come back and study some. Against my better Judgment I'll probably attempt to work on some of the draft of that story being beta'd by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rotaryphones. I'm sure it's ill-advised, that I'm working on fiction during finals, but everyone needs an escape.
I'm halfway through and will be so glad when it's over.
Mom and I had supper, watched Numbers. We did dorky things like rearranged furniture. Rather, Mum had rearranged furniture while I was out and so we wrangled the furniture so as to be able to plug things in and get them working again. We put together a lamp for me and also some chairs for the bar, since Mum had deemed the old bar stools uncomfortable.
I was up pretty late, chatting intermittently with Schu, Chani, and Rowsdower. I slept late. Woke up while Mum was out, showered, ate, and started to study. I studied for I don't know how many hours. Five or six, I think. Just contracts, sorting through old notes, restatements, and the UCC. I threw in August Rush for some background noise, because while one is intently studying the law of third party beneficiaries, glancing up in time to see Jonathan Rhys-Meyers playing guitar is intensely helpful.
It's done, now, the outline of all suck. Mom and I are going to eat dinner, head off to Trevor's baptism, and then probably come back and study some. Against my better Judgment I'll probably attempt to work on some of the draft of that story being beta'd by
rotaryphones. I'm sure it's ill-advised, that I'm working on fiction during finals, but everyone needs an escape.I'm halfway through and will be so glad when it's over.
