Go Everybody But Us!.... Wait... no!

I've got my last exam today, in a few hours. I hope to god it goes better than the first two, but I've heard that you never really know how you did until you get your grades... over a month from now, so it won't do me any good to worry about those now.

Today is a great day. I woke up at like 6:15 and couldn't fall back asleep because I was so excited. The last few weeks, starting basically the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, have been intensity in-ten-cities. I don't think I've ever worked this hard in my life, certainly never studied this hard. But studying from 8 AM to midnight can be much harder at times than working from 8 AM to midnight. I haven't exercised since I got back to Nashville from San Fran, I've been eating like total shit, and nobody hangs out anymore. It's weird how we went from a very social first few months, with people getting to know each other, and then after Thanksgiving everyone basically dropped out of life.

Tonight is gonna be a total shitshow. The only problem is that there are like 4 different people who bought kegs expecting to host the big post-exam party, but whichever party gains critical mass early will attract the bodies and the others will be up shit creek. Oh well. Not my problem. I just drink here.

I'm driving back to New York Saturday in order to get back in time for Semsky's sausage bread party, I mean Christmas party, on Sunday afternoon.

Speaking of Semsky, I just had a laugh-out-loud moment in the library. My refrain of the day to all my friends at school has been "Go us!" which reminds me of the time I was with Semsky, and I think we were assessing what we needed other teams to do in order to help our team position itself for the playoffs. After we did the math and figured out who we wanted to win, I exclaimed, "Go everybody but us! ... Wait... no!"

Second Verse, Same as the First

T-minus 20 minutes until my second law school exam starts. I have studied "like a machine" for this exam (to quote Dani), and I still feel like I'm about to piss my pants and I'm not prepared. If I could just have one more day, I might be able to destroy this test. As is, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Fuck, I wish I was better at this.

It Did Not Go Well

... or at least, I don't think it went well. Fuck if I know.

Immediately after the test, I walked to the Corner Pub and ordered a beer and a shot. Of course, I had no idea both were 2-for-1 on Tuesday afternoon. Oh well. I had three shots of tequila within 15 minutes of arriving at the bar. It's not surprising that I was in bed by 7:30 and got a solid eleven hours of sleep.

I'm gonna need it if I'm gonna bring my average up with my torts and con law exams. I was working at the kitchen table by 7:30 this morning and have been at the library since 10:30 or so.

I don't know what I'm gonna do if those go down like the contracts one did. I'm in a shitty, shitty mood, which I expect to continue for the foreseeable future.

Gulp!

My first law school exam starts in 7 minutes... and I'm pretty fucking nervous. This is unlike anything I've ever done before. I try to comfort myself by telling myself that I've been in much higher-pressure situations in the newsroom before, and I guess that's true, but the difference is I worked my way up to put myself in those situations. Here, I have no practice, nothing to fall back on, and it's all or nothing.

Wish me luck.