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Well, Fuck
December 16, 2006 2:14 PM
s I was walking into school this morning, I saw that someone had written a message in pink sidewalk chalk right in front of the door I usually come in through. The message read "Abandon all hope ye who enter here." What a wonderful omen. I'm ready to be done with finals but, even though most of you have been taking finals for some time now, I just had my first one, Remedies, yesterday. I liked the class throughout the semester and kept up fairly well in the reading. I had something like 7 days to study for it, so I went back and reread almost all the material. I felt prepared. So, how did I do?
I have no idea, really. I don't think I bombed the thing, but I also don't think I did extremely well. Which sucks because I really felt like I had a mastery of the material before the exam. I should be used to this feeling by now, but I'm not for some reason.
My next final is tomorrow. It's Contracts II. I'm pass/failing it, so the motivation to study is almost entirely nonexistant. Another problem is that I have paid very little attention to this class. In fact, I've paid so little attention to this class that, if it were my wife, it would have had three affairs with my best friends and made no attempt to hide that fact, just to see if I would notice. And I wouldn't have noticed.
What I'm trying to say is that I might be screwed.
Anyway, as you can see, I've added a countdown to graduation to the right. That way, if you're a UWLS 3L, you'll be reminded of the fact that there's not much time before we're done with school every time you visit. Good luck to those of you who still have finals to go.


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Ironically enough, that was the title to one of my posts not too long ago...
Ever feel like you can study too much for a final? The worst of it is that often, if you haven't kept up with the course material, you're stuck memorizing things that you will inevitably forget if you don't get an opportunity to use them.
Here's hoping your wife is a kind, understanding, and at least a 40% multiple-choice kind of gal.
Crap on a stick, man. I hope I don't ever have to take another final.