One Down, Five to Go.

I made it through my first semester. There is a significant weight that has been lifted off my shoulders. From one perspective, the three finals I took were extremely expensive tests, all together consisting of seven questions. Between the thee finals, I typed roughly 51,000 characters, including spaces. To put that in perspective, roughly 3,900 characters with spaces will fit on a page with one-inch margins, in Times New Roman, 12pt font. That means in exactly nine hours, after laboring through intricate fact patterns, about 13 pages of single-spaced extemporaneously-written-expounding, vis-à-vis "the celebration of knowledge," was proverbially vomited forth into my pretentious MacBook on the heralded topics of Contracts, Torts, and Civil Procedure, with almost no revision or editing, and submitted to the ether to someday in January come back to me with a letter marked on it which will symbolize my ability, or lack thereof, to articulate complicated legal issues immediately upon request while describing how legal doctrines and standards apply to fictitious facts. At least I don't have to think about any of that for the next three weeks.

Merry Christmas!