After you take your first law school final exam, all you can really accomplish for the rest of that day is a whole lot of nothing. I finished my
Crim Law final on Monday morning, went out to lunch, fell off a swing at the playground just down the street from the law school, and then went home to stare at the TV and rest my bruised leg and arm. I don't think I lost consciousness during my circus act but if I did, would I even remember?
This morning, I took my Torts final exam. The first part of the exam was multiple choice. For most of the questions, I whittled down the answer choices to the two best candidates. And from there, I guessed. I like to think that they were educated guesses but there were a few times where I picked the answer based on which letter, B or C for example, I was more drawn to in that specific moment. Not which answer, which letter. I love the way that the letter B curves and swoops.
This does not inspire confidence, I know, but in my defense my brain was swirling with rules, defenses, exceptions, intentional torts, assumption of the risk, etc. The second part of the exam was an essay in which we had to untangle a vicious fact pattern of ridiculous behavior, multiple
tortfeasors, car accidents, negligence, irrational fear, nasty diseases, and defective medical equipment.
I have two final exams remaining. The theory is that now that I've taken a couple of law school finals, I have experience and can more effectively manage my fear, trepidation, and anxiety. Maybe. We'll see.
For the rest of today, I'm going to stare at the wall and go watch the Ducks play Montana at Mac Court. And without a doubt I'll be staying away from the swings. They're dangerous, especially if you used to be coordinated but aren't any more. Sad.
Power to the people.