You know an exam was hard when you finish typing, you look at your friends sitting nearby, and you all start laughing. I looked at M., and he giggled.
"What the HELL was that?"
D. was laughing so hard she couldn't speak properly. "Oh my God, oh my God" was about all she could gasp out.
I had Property today. Nine page exam, or maybe seven. I don't remember. Three hours. One fact pattern. Enough issues raised to keep an expensive lawyer employed for months, and no clear question to answer ("after discussing X, discuss any other information that Mr. Z may need to know or find relevant.")
All of my friends went drinking afterwards, and though I was sorely tempted to join them, I didn't want to wait for the alcohol to wear off before starting the long ride home. But I'm home now, and I'm really, really enjoying this glass of red wine.
2 comments:
uummm.... wine... me too. Congrats.
Michael
Garsh, it sounded like a real blast. I feel so ... so left out. (Heh. Kidding. I'd rather eat lima beans, I tell ya.)
So are you done with exams?
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