Finals Loom; Futures Hang in the Balance

For most everyone, a closed-book law school final would prove too stressful. In a final, a professor has free reign to ask anything about any concept that may or may not have been covered sometime during the semester and your are supposed to apply principles of law to the given factual representations set forth in a disastrously long hypothetical which makes this intentionally wordy sentence look like "see spot run."

The task becomes increasingly difficult when you have absolutely no idea what the professor is talking about. You begin to look back at those thursday nights at Cozumel or that 2:00 in the morning jaunt to the casinos, those hours of watching reruns of Head of the Class--in short, you begin to question the very things that made you the person you are today (just kidding, meddling parents).

Your flashbacks embody the sad, wasteful behavior that, at least in theory, should have left you once you graduated from college. Now you are supposed to act with a certain level of responsibility and restrain yourself from spending three hours checking out college girls at the healthplex, or playin ping pong uninvited at chucktarlos'.

In the back of your mind, you believe you've come back with a vengeance in the last couple of weeks leading up to the exam, that youve learned everything that was expected of you during the semester, that you may somehow pull an "A" out of this particular course.

But deep inside you know better, your intelligence is trumped by months of unprecedented laziness masquerading as "inattentiveness" in class, and "boredom" that leads you to putting away your casebooks while watching the news at home. Your GPA is a slow-motion train wreck, and its costing you thousands of dollars in future earnings.

Then you think back to skiing in Utah, the Coast Trip, shimmels, sunday night 3 dollar movies, bransen, running out of gas on the way to atlanta, super bowl parties, blogging disagreements, southpark/chappelle wednesday nights, softball tourneys, 80s bands @ left field lounge, the boom boom, valentines dinners, countless televised college bball games during the month of march, and mayors trophy losses capped off with too many hot wings.


Then you smile with no regrets, and begin to write.

Thanks for an awesome semester, everybody. May this summer be even better.