Today is the last day of school. I'm writing this before class, because afterwards, I'm going to park myself in front of the strongest margarita I can find. I'll be there for a while. Like a month or so.
I sort of miss yearbooks. The kind where you'd get your copy and then you'd try to get all your friends to sign it. And then years later, you could look back and see that your friends only said two things: "what a long, strange trip it's been" and "your a good kid, don't ever change" [sic].
Don't ever change. What a curious sentiment for one 14-year-old to convey to another. I'll try to do better for you, dear readers.
At the end of your 3L year, it's hard to say whether law school is really easier than it was first semester, or if your head is just numb from the repeated blows. I feel smarter than I did when I got here. I know more about how parts of the world work. My politics have shifted slightly. I have some new marketable skills.
Some of you may have mistakenly inferred that I'm a bitter law student. Not so. Overall, I'm glad I went to law school, and I'm glad I went to UCLA. I made many friends here that I hope to stay in touch with. I had classes with a few great professors. I also met my future wife. That's right, soon there's going to be a Mrs. MB. Crazy!
Thank you, readers, for your steady patronage in the last 32 months or so. I started this blog mostly for myself, so that when I was 89 I could read stupid stories about my school days. Then it became a way of communicating with friends and family back home so I didn't have to send 25 separate emails. Then it became America's most popular web site. Well, pretty close, anyway.
This won't be the absolute last posting here — I'll come back in a few months to tell you how the bar exam was, and then how my solo practice plans pan out — but this is the last time you'll hear from me as a law student. That's a good feeling.
Over and out,
24 Apr 07