So I got a few of my personality traits from Satan.....eveyone did. But not everyone gets my upcoming special little Christmas gift from the King of Hell himself: law school finals. They're special and make me want to commit both homicide and suicide all at the same time. (ok maybe that's a teensy bit over-dramatic. Just a smidge.)
My next posts probably wont be till I get my trip underway. But this will be my travel blog! So the travel blog will be back!!!! Right Here!!!! woohoo.
Since I am standing on the edge of the cliff, finals start on Monday, I'm going to venture to guess that I won't have time to blog a whole lot. It's sad I know. Just so you have an idea of what my week looks like, here is a tentative schedule of what I usually go through:
midnight: still awake because the issues of either evidence, trademark, tax, secured transactions, or international aw are dancing a slow waltz in my head
2am: wake up and roll over
5am: wake up and wonder if I should just give up the fight...
6am: just as I'm falling back asleep the alarm/bad radio music begins to serenade me out of the jumbled mess I've made of my sheets
7am: out of the house and to either a coffee shop or the library....depending on if I have a 9am final, or a noon final
study until I can no longer see
take my notes to the gym and read while running. Running = an attempt to run away from reality. Reality has always won but someday I think I'll catch him sleepin' on the job... That or I'll fall off the treadmill trying to read and run.
finals from either 9-12, 1:30 - 4:30, or 6-9PM. fastest. 3. hours. ever.
finish with one subject and pick up another
7pm: eat if I can swallow
9pm: get a second wind and walk around the house talking to myself about the topic of the moment
10pm: give up because once again my vision has called it a day and I can no longer see.
aaannnnnndddddddd REPEAT
......once again.......just a smidge of an over-exaggeration. And fit a few GU basketball games somewhere in there which I'll watch while running. It's really bad, but it's not a terrible, horrible death.
Every semester when finals are done and I'm finished with classes, a few things always happen to me. Like a really twisted tradition: my shoulders which have seemingly attached themselves to my ears, relax. My body slows down, like slow motion and I feel like weak as if I've just recovered from the flu. My immune system crashes and I get a cold (at the very best. Strep throat at the very worst). and I cry - Out of exhaustion, happiness, and relief that I've made it and can again live! (like Sid from Ice Age: "I choose life.") And then I have a date with Jack Daniels :)
So that's what I'm facing and I'm super duper pumped about it!! :) I'm being over-dramatic. But if you ever have a bad thought about a lawyer, remember this post. They might be a complete worthless ass because this process stole their soul and then ran it through a shredder.
That is all.
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