This morning, I woke up ready to go and hit the books for my legal writing course. I had finished my reading for today late last night, and was going to spend today in the library, until my criminal law course began this afternoon. It's Friday, I'm going home today, and I just wanted to get through today.
I was puttering around my little room, getting ready, when fortune smiled at me. Actually, it didn't just smile at me, it laughed, giggled, and gave me a big hug. How, you say? Just a single little action: I decided to check my schedule to confirm that my criminal law course this afternoon ended when I thought it did.
That's when the true horror of the moment sank in. Inexplicably, and entirely unlike me, I had forgotten about civil procedure today. Not only had I forgotten the class, but I hadn't done the reading, I hadn't reviewed my notes from the previous class, I hadn't briefed the two cases we were responsible for, and the class began in exactly 34 minutes. And it's Prof. Civ Pro's class, where he pauses if you're late and the Socratic method really is something to be fearful of.
My heartrate immediately jumped up by about twenty percent, and I scrambled into action. I had already put my computer in my bag, so I pulled it out, sat down on the floor of my room, and read. Or more specifically, I skimmed, looking for legal phrases that might sound viable if I got called on. I actually did brief the two cases, though they were undoubtedly two of the most questionable briefs in the class.
Then, with seven minutes remaining until class began, and my apartment a ten minute walk from class, I took off. I flew down the stairs of the building, ran full speed down to the school, up the stairs (no time to wait for the elevator), and down the hallway to my classroom.
My hair was wet because I hadn't yet had time to dry it, my shirt was soaked with sweat because it's hot here today, I was out of breath from the run, I had no makeup on, and I hadn't had any coffee yet, but I managed to slip into class with twelve seconds to spare.
And then, fortune smiled again, and I was not called on. I think my heartrate finally dropped back to normal by the end of the class.
I am truly happy that it is Friday.
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Nothing like class ending and you not getting called on when you know you are so unprepared. I hate those days. I did that in Mediation on the second day of class. But oh the relief and exhaustion you feel when it is all over.
Yeah, I was so relieved when the class was over. I don't know what I would have done if he'd called on me.
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