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Screaming Bean

Saturday, May 17, 2003

And so it goes. With not the tiniest bit of fanfare, but a lovely meal of chicken schnitzel, I've ended my first year as a law student. The final exam was anti-climactic. It was a scheduled 3 hour Criminal Law exam with which the professor said we would not be time pressured or proctored for that matter. The only thing we had to do was sign in our own hand, "I understand I am on my honor for this exam." Unique and truly odd to say the least, since we were sitting shoulder to shoulder in a room that really shouldn't have been used for the exam. Nice chairs though, and you can't fault that. It only had 7 pages, 4 of which were lined to write the 2 essays, since there was no bluebook. The rest was matching and true/false questions. I didn't know whether I felt confident in my abilities or scared that I had screwed up by the end. And I only took 1 1/2 hours. And I wasn't the first one done...so that's what he meant by non time pressured.

So the lock is off the locker, the pre-registration schedule has been submitted to the registrar, and life is ripe with possibilities. I should be probably happier about the whole thing, but I think I'm somehow in denial that it is in fact over. I keep getting waves of panic that I should be reading for Monday's classes. I'm also making the assumption that since I haven't been told by the professor of the Witness Examination Skills course that I've been chosen means that I haven't made it off the waiting list. Still, common courtsey would make you believe I would have heard one way or another. Perhaps it's best this way, would I really want to be in a class with a professor who didn't finalize the class list before the day the registration forms were due? Nah, I didn't think so.

Oh, and I think it all ended on a good note...wandered aimlessly to my car, dropped the bag in the trunk, started it up and turned on the radio. The song was "Even Flow" by Pearl Jam. This is good for two reasons. One, I like the song. Two, Pearl Jam tunes are meaningful to me at the advent of a big event. When I moved out of my parents' house when I got married (yes, how old fashioned), I piled my life's possessions in the car and backed down the driveway to the tune of "Do The Revolution" by Pearl Jam. And it was the beginning of something pretty special. So I think it's an omen. This time I hope Eddie Vedder comes through again.

handed down by Beanie at 3:25 PM || |