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Boys and girls, let it be known the world over, in bright lights, fireworks, marching ants, and whatever computer graphic effects some programmer has thought up, that I am done with exams. That's right. I'm done with exams. I am precisely halfway through my law school career. There's no going back now.
I studied on Monday, my outline by myself, a little with Jenifer, with my mom over the phone, and when I went to sleep I was still terrified. Though more of the professor than the exam itself, although terror of the professor does often translate to terror of the exam, because I know what he can inflict on me in class at a moment's notice; what he can inflict on me after six weeks' preparation can only be worse, right? I skipped family home evening and studied. I did make it to the post office and so was able to get my Christmas presents mailed.
And today I took the test. There were six of us handwriting the exam despite Melilli's explicit declaration to flunk any one who hand-wrote the exam, but I didn't care. I don't know that a Spanish Inquisitor could have packed into ten pages what terror Melilli did. This was the first time all year I'd been locked in the room for almost the entire time. The "multiple choice" questions literally stopped me cold in several places. And my hand almost fell off with the writing of the essay. Seriously. My handwriting started off as nice cute print, then devolved into somewhat messy scrawl, and then resolved itself into large, if rushed, cursive. Hope he can read it all. My knuckles were swollen from the strain and I was an unhappy camper. I almost locked myself out of the parking garage because I'd left my wallet in the car, but just as I was about to beat a strategic retreat to the building, another student came by and let me in.
Yesterday was freezing, by the way. By freezing I mean down in the single digits, possibly in the negatives for a while. Today it felt a little less cold, but that little less cold was blown away by the snow! First snow of the year. I hate snow, by the way.
Once I got home, I opened presents over the phone with my parents. I must say, hands down, that the journals my mom got me are the best Christmas presents ever. Seriously. I don't care if they were inexpensive - they were the best presents ever. They were beautiful and thoughtful and the letters in the front nearly made me cry.
But...wow. It's all done. I'm done. With an entire semester. Now I can relax and get ready to go home. So I'm gonna do the rest of the Christmas cards, finish Curry's birthday present. Go belly-dancing tonight.
Jenifer, my buddy from witness exam, gave me some goth girl stuff that's too small for her, like some shoes, a shirt, a sweater, and a belt buckle shaped like a skeleton's hand. Jenifer is one of the best-hearted people I know.
I can't wait to get home.
Right now, though, I'm going to relax. I think, finally, I've really earned it.
I studied on Monday, my outline by myself, a little with Jenifer, with my mom over the phone, and when I went to sleep I was still terrified. Though more of the professor than the exam itself, although terror of the professor does often translate to terror of the exam, because I know what he can inflict on me in class at a moment's notice; what he can inflict on me after six weeks' preparation can only be worse, right? I skipped family home evening and studied. I did make it to the post office and so was able to get my Christmas presents mailed.
And today I took the test. There were six of us handwriting the exam despite Melilli's explicit declaration to flunk any one who hand-wrote the exam, but I didn't care. I don't know that a Spanish Inquisitor could have packed into ten pages what terror Melilli did. This was the first time all year I'd been locked in the room for almost the entire time. The "multiple choice" questions literally stopped me cold in several places. And my hand almost fell off with the writing of the essay. Seriously. My handwriting started off as nice cute print, then devolved into somewhat messy scrawl, and then resolved itself into large, if rushed, cursive. Hope he can read it all. My knuckles were swollen from the strain and I was an unhappy camper. I almost locked myself out of the parking garage because I'd left my wallet in the car, but just as I was about to beat a strategic retreat to the building, another student came by and let me in.
Yesterday was freezing, by the way. By freezing I mean down in the single digits, possibly in the negatives for a while. Today it felt a little less cold, but that little less cold was blown away by the snow! First snow of the year. I hate snow, by the way.
Once I got home, I opened presents over the phone with my parents. I must say, hands down, that the journals my mom got me are the best Christmas presents ever. Seriously. I don't care if they were inexpensive - they were the best presents ever. They were beautiful and thoughtful and the letters in the front nearly made me cry.
But...wow. It's all done. I'm done. With an entire semester. Now I can relax and get ready to go home. So I'm gonna do the rest of the Christmas cards, finish Curry's birthday present. Go belly-dancing tonight.
Jenifer, my buddy from witness exam, gave me some goth girl stuff that's too small for her, like some shoes, a shirt, a sweater, and a belt buckle shaped like a skeleton's hand. Jenifer is one of the best-hearted people I know.
I can't wait to get home.
Right now, though, I'm going to relax. I think, finally, I've really earned it.
