What Would Jesus Brew?

Raging recollections of a coffee-swilling, law-spewing, male pattern-balding, guitar torturing, power-tooling, recovering Baptist with a bad habit of enrolling in professional graduate degree programs and moving randomly about the Northwestern Hemisphere...

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Location: Somewhere hidden in the wheat fields of, Kansas, United States

Sunday, May 15, 2005

No Such Thing as the "Real World"

FREEDOM!!!! I feel better now. Exams are so totally done. I’ve already gotten my first grade back (Property). I have even gone to the DMV to change the vanity license plate on my Civic since “1L” is no longer appropriate. My new plates, you ask? “I OBJEKT.” The “k” is a little homage to my honey, “Kim.” By the way, if you spell Kim backwards, you almost get Mike. Close. Close enough to be sickeningly cutesy.
BUT as good as it feels to be done with exams and have a paper license plate on my car, there are a few things that are still congregating uncomfortably in the back of my mind. As it turns out, there are ten of them.

Top Ten Eerie Feelings I Can’t Seem To Shake Since Exams Are Over
10. Sometimes I get this “not-so-fresh” feeling.
9. My life is going way too well for there NOT to be an LLR assignment due on Monday.
8. I’m almost certain that at some point during the second semester I prayed something like, “Oh, dear God, if you’ll just let me not be called on today, I swear that when I get out of law school I’ll . . .” generally followed by something dreadfully unprofitable.
7. I read “One L.” Scott Turow was a whiney little law student who surrounded himself with whiney little law students. I didn’t do that, did I?
6. Corky will have his revenge.
5. I should have paid better attention during the Westlaw and Lexis training sessions, seeing as how I put that stuff on my resume.
4. Shouldn’t I be studying something right now?
3. Shouldn’t I be driving back to Birmingham right now?
2. Wasn’t I supposed to mail something to the Alabama State Bar?
1. Do I really have to go to work in the morning?

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