"Now that I've met you
will you object to
never seeing each other again?"

Or so went the song that came up on my CD player when I got in my car after the last exam. I tried to work up some feelings of wistful nostalgia as I left the building for the last time as a 1L ... and failed.

It wasn't really all that bad, certainly not as monstrous as the urban legends would have you believe. I'm still glad it's over. School blows, in general.

Things I didn't do:
Cry.
Become an alcoholic.
Take home any casebooks spring semester.
Sleep with a professor.
Gain weight.

Things I did do:
Start a couple too many conversations with civilians "we read this great case today..."
Cut my hair (somewhat) and buy a suit.
Cheat on an exam.
Go to office hours.
Maintain a personal life.
Avoid slugging that 3L who spent all his time in the student lounge engaged in loud, profane tirades.

In some kind of weird sympathetic mechanical fatigue my phone, internet and laser printer all died within 24 hrs of the last exam. So this comes to you on an internet kiosk at LAX which requires me to avoid putting my fingers in keyboard detritus of unknown type & origin.

17 May 05