Posts Tagged 'finals'

From The Stacks

It’s law school finals time again… That magical time when students morph into zombies, a sunny day is seen out the window of a classroom or library and seems a distant dream, every highlighter in sight has run dry, and I set up shop and live out of the library. The only thing, I’ve SO much to do before I even get to finals. Right now I’m working on yet another research paper for a two hour class that feels like it should be four hours worth of credit.

I know this isn’t true, but with each writing I turn in for law school, I feel like my writing gets worse and worse. I’ve felt last satisfied with each paper. So each time I turn something in, that paper is the worst paper I’ve ever written.

Thankfully, the results haven’t reflected my feelings about them. Maybe I should never feel good about my writing. If I ever feel good about something I write for school, I’ll have to go back over it several times until I feel bad about. That’s a big if, though.

In other news, I’m absolutely addicted to the music of the TV show Glee. I’ve basically had a YouTube playlist of all of the songs on repeat all weekend. It’s fantastic fun.

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Get Busy Living, or… What Was It?

A couple of days ago I was talking with a friend that just finished PC (that’s Practice Court if some random soul not from BLS stumbles upon this post), who was telling me about adjusting to life after PC. The quote was, “I totally feel like I’m having to learn how to live again.” While I don’t quite have the grid for understanding what that means on the same scale, in some small way, I can appreciate that.

Yesterday I finished the last final of my fourth quarter. As it turns out, this quarter was the toughest finals season yet. I had Conflict of Laws, Bankruptcy, Remedies, and Con Law. Bankruptcy was the most straightforward and enjoyable, with the others being difficult in their own rights. For the past 2 1/2 weeks I’ve practically lived in the library for 12+ hours a day without much time taken for relaxation. The back half of the finals schedule was more difficult, so the intensity definitely ratcheted up several notches in the second half of the schedule. Con Law was the last final that I had, and I think the exam is summed up pretty well by the word “crazy.” When I finished the exam, I was worn out: physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, you name it. It was overwhelming.

And now, over 24 hours after the exam, I still can’t get out of finals mode. I’ve made my way back home, and sit here thinking that I need to be studying for my next exam. I don’t have one, though, at least not until the beginning of May. I just can’t seem to shut my brain down, though. I’m exhausted, but can’t sleep. I can’t relax. I think part of it is the fact that I get no break; classes start Monday, and the outlook, at least on paper, is fairly bleak. Basic Tax & Accounting, Business Organizations, Trusts & Estates, and Secured Transactions. Secured will be interesting because I get to have Prof. K again, and I’m excited about that. Beyond that, though, I face the bleak prospect of finding a Moot Court partner in three days and questions about what to do about the Summer and other major turns. Not very enticing prospects.

So, maybe I’ll just let myself stay in this mode, and carry the intensity over into the next quarter. Yeah, we’ll see how well THAT works.

I Live… Again…

Well, I survived another quarter of law school. I can’t say that I did more than survive this quarter, but I’ll leave those details for another post. Right now I am settling into full-blown relaxation mode. Though I have a few plans for productivity over the break, I plan to be a bum for a good portion of it. I’m borrowing an XBox 360 from a friend (no plans at this juncture to purchase one, unfortunately), I have several books that I plan to devour over the next couple of weeks. I plan to see some movies during matinee showings, and will be watching many more in my home theatre. It will be a grand break, indeed.

Further reports as events warrant!

It’s Just a Flesh Wound!

Today I “did battle” with the Civil Procedure exam. I felt pretty good about it. I saw what was there, and I took my best shot at it. On the upswing, I had fun. Seriously. K was fun in its own right, but in that one, the pace was frenetic. For CivPro, I came face to face with a challenge and met it head on. For the first time in my life (I think), I had fun on an exam. Judging how I’ve been feeling the rest of the day though, I’m pretty sure that it wounded me. I’ve felt a sense of letdown, and disappointment as the day has gone on. As much as I’ve tried not to, I am looking back, and wondering whether it ’twas “but a scratch.” The more I think about it, the more I wonder if I look how he feels.

I suppose I’ll find out some time before next quarter’s finals.

Serenity Now!!!

On the eve of my Civil Procedure final, this is the picture that’s popped up for my wallpaper (it rotates). This picture was taken on our most recent trip to the Masai Mara in Kenya. A simply amazing sight. And quite calming too, because even if I can’t see a real sunset, this one’s prettier anyhow.

Sunset on the Mara
(click the thumbnail for a better view)

I need your help. I’m going out to find our friend with the beard.

Beardtastic!(Author’s note: Mr. Running Down a Dream has inspired me. I’m going to try and find quotes from either movies or TV shows relevant to the topic at hand to be my post titles. If someone actually reads the post and guesses the title, I’ll acknowledge their quotation prowess in my next post.)

It’s playoff time. In my opinion, playoff hockey is an unparalleled event in the world of sport. Sure, it lasts about as long as the regular season, but that time is chock full of exciting, suspenseful and agonizing moments. If you want to become a fan of hockey, the playoffs are the best place to start. But, my point today isn’t to extol the joys of playoff hockey. There was a fantastic article in the Dallas Morning News several years ago that talked about the greatness of playoff hockey, I’ll try and dig that up for a later post. This post is all about the beards.

Once the playoffs begin, various players have their own superstitions and rituals that they like to follow. Of course, some superstitions have reached urban legend status, such as not changing underwear or socks throughout the playoffs. But, a little less “celebrated” but a lot more noticeable is the annual “growing of the beard.” Many players cease shaving during the playoffs, growing beards that aren’t the most attractive facial growths you’ve ever seen. One of my personal favorites has always been Ken Daneyko, of the New Jersey Devils. The man could (or couldn’t, depending on your perspective) grow a beard to strike fear into the hearts of any opponent. Check this thing out:

fear the beard

If I think about it, during the course of the playoffs I’ll try and bring you snapshots of some of the more excellent beards of the playoffs. I welcome your beard submissions also.

Some of my fellow 1Qs have recently discussed growing out beards in preparation for finals. I’ve never grown out my beard before, partly because I don’t think I quite have the thickness for it, but mostly because my lovely wife prefers me clean-shaven. I’ve been just fine with that. But, given the fact that finals time is rapidly approaching, I think I might have to partake in some beard-growing, just to see if I can do it. I’ll keep everyone up to date on that, too. Perhaps I’ll post a picture, if the beard is worth it. Who knows? I might not even survive the “itchy” stage, though.

At any rate, I have begun to think of finals as my own personal playoffs. Everything that I’ve done this quarter has been in preparation for this time. None of what happened before matters one bit if I don’t bring my game to a whole new level. Just like a team in the regular season that destroys everyone yet fizzles out in the first round of the playoffs, I could have been the most prepared student during class, but if I’m not prepared for finals, none of it matters. I have a thousand more playoff metaphors and clichés I could toss out there, but I think I’ll stop here: It’s go time.

Bring on the beards.