It has now been close to a week since finals ended.
Truth be told it is an absurdly surreal experience in which I’m sure there are many life lessons. For those of you fortunate enough not to experience first semester 1L finals, it is, in a nutshell, 3/4 prayer and the remainder skill. The most telling part of it was the away messages — at the beginning of finals they were all about how we were going to conquer them; by the last two finals we were all just hoping to pass the class even with the requisite “D”.
The frustrating part is that for a couple of days after the exam, it is just happy to be able to drink and be social once again, but then we start thinking about all the things that we could have done differently (i.e., no, you idiot, there was no intent in that battery!) except at this point it is all just much too late and so we just pray that there are at least seven or ten students that did worse than we did. Except it also dawns on us that everyone is praying for the same thing…so, regardless of how much you studied, law school is an equation that measures your skill against a totally indeterminable factor of everyone else’s skill and knowledge and application and writing against how your professor is feeling at that very moment when they are grading your essay.
And that, ladies and gents, is how you get your lawyers.
The worst part? If I actually make it past this semester, that means I have FIVE more finals to go.
P.s. Totally written on my new iPod touch! (and drunk).