Unreality

I'm still having trouble sleeping. What's going to happen to the governor of Illinois? Will the Seattle Mariners finish last in the American League West, again, in 2009? Tough questions to answer, to be sure, but questions nonetheless that must be answered.

My Civ Pro final was four hours. I thought it was going to be three, damn. During the last hour, while I was writing a brilliant essay about joinder of parties and claims, I had a vision. My vision was of the end of the semester. I was dancing. I was prancing. And eating. And watching football and college basketball. And being merry. I must have floated out of my body for a spell because when I looked at the clock, I suddenly had 10 minutes left to finish my exam and print it out and turn it in and run screaming from the law school out into the street.

My first semester of law school is complete. Well now, that's not entirely true. Grades will be posted on the 6th of January. Once I see my grades, my first semester of law school will officially be done.

Next week, I'm starting my summer job search. I currently have a list of 10-15 employment opportunities that I plan on pursuing but new jobs get posted almost every day. I don't know where I'll end up and I know how competitive the process is but right now, before I see my grades, I'm confident that I'll find something...and maybe something good.

To my classmates, I know many of you are not awake yet. When you do regain consciousness, I know that many of you will have a wicked hangover from yesterday's end-of-the-semester debauchery. I know many of you will swear up and down that you will never drink again, as long as you have breath in your body. I think that's a terrific idea. At any rate, congratulations. I'm really happy for you. For all of us.

To my distinguished and eminent colleague, I know in my heart that you've been rockin' your finals. Keep on keeping on for the promised land awaits you. It's closer than you can imagine. I'll see you at the after party, brother.

Power to the people.