Day 618: Stupid in a no stupid zone
Apr. 28th, 2008 05:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzStupid is to sit next to the SAME PERSON in EVERY SINGLE CLASS for an ENTIRE SEMESTER. I was such kind of stupid and have now received karma in the form of a bloody cold. Just in time for my last set of finals. I'm not very enthusiastic about this, obviously. Saturday was an all right day, with loads of studying. Mum and I went to Trever's baptism. Some jerkface backed into my car and then drove off. While Mum and I were sitting in the car. And witnessed the entire thing. Luckily, the car is relatively unscathed (few scratches, chipped paint, that sort of thing). Shows what kind of neighborhood I live in, eh? And the two passengers who had exited the offending car - of course, they scuppered as soon as they saw what was what. Perfect way to ruin a good Saturday.
Sunday was calm. Mum came along to church to meet the gang. We came home, where I was miserably sick and used an awful amount of tissues, huddled on the sofa being ill, and was generally some form of morose. I didn't stay up late, and slept in till ten this morning, at which point I hauled myself out of bed, showered, dressed, doped up on more pills than Eminem's mom ever took, and promptly passed out on the couch. Mum kicked me off the couch in time to take my Contracts exam. I made it out of there about half an hour early, and was not the first of the handwriters to go. I got through the essays in good time, then through the multiple choice questions twice in the second half. Whoever said that students should "go with their instincts" on multiple choice exams has obviously never been to law school. I think I'm passed. Or my cold has rendered me so delusional that I think I've passed when I actually utterly failed.
That's four down, two to go. I can do this. I called Justin to wish him happy birthday (he loved the present, Schu, so thanks again) and then sorted through all my old paperwork so as to be able to throw stuff out, keep stuff for bar review, and cull a whole lot of paper for calligraphy practice, origami projects, and other semi-recycling uses.
The first new episode of House is on tonight, so I'm going to watch it with Mum. It was my prize for making it through contracts. Which I have done. So there. I deserve some sort of compensation, right?
Brad is laughing at me. A lot.
Sunday was calm. Mum came along to church to meet the gang. We came home, where I was miserably sick and used an awful amount of tissues, huddled on the sofa being ill, and was generally some form of morose. I didn't stay up late, and slept in till ten this morning, at which point I hauled myself out of bed, showered, dressed, doped up on more pills than Eminem's mom ever took, and promptly passed out on the couch. Mum kicked me off the couch in time to take my Contracts exam. I made it out of there about half an hour early, and was not the first of the handwriters to go. I got through the essays in good time, then through the multiple choice questions twice in the second half. Whoever said that students should "go with their instincts" on multiple choice exams has obviously never been to law school. I think I'm passed. Or my cold has rendered me so delusional that I think I've passed when I actually utterly failed.
That's four down, two to go. I can do this. I called Justin to wish him happy birthday (he loved the present, Schu, so thanks again) and then sorted through all my old paperwork so as to be able to throw stuff out, keep stuff for bar review, and cull a whole lot of paper for calligraphy practice, origami projects, and other semi-recycling uses.
The first new episode of House is on tonight, so I'm going to watch it with Mum. It was my prize for making it through contracts. Which I have done. So there. I deserve some sort of compensation, right?
Brad is laughing at me. A lot.
