Evidence Update.

I take back what I said. Sleep is not overrated. I'm realizing now just how fucked I am for this exam. It is a little under 2 hours away and I feel lost. Not that there was any doubt about how terrible my study habits have been this year, but this feeling is an overwhelming confirmation that I did not properly apply myself this year. Every day was a new chance to change, and nothing ever did. 9 months of skating by, and for the first time, I actually feel hopeless about my chances on an exam.

Not to be dramatic, but if I believed in a god, it'd be about this time that I'd start calling in favors. The only good thing about the situation is that it will be over in 5 hours and be nothing more than another log on the pile of scholastic regrets, hooray!

Assert This Truth!

Sleep is so overrated. Who wants to catch Zs when you have an evidence final to take, now only 5 precious hours away.

I've been especially lax in my preparation for this final, which is incredibly counter-intuitive and downright retarded as it is a 4 unit bar class that makes up almost half of my graded units this semester. Meh, too late to worry about that part, I'm doing what I can at this point to salvage my grade. I'm shooting for a B and I'm banking on 3 things:

1) Very few gunners in the class - Most of the real hotshots on my class opted to take evidence first semester, so I'm getting off a little easier as far as competition is concerned.

2) Anecdotal evidence - Many people have told me they also didn't feel good at all about the material going into the exam and it turned out fine for them. Of course, this is likely the case for a few people for every law exam and there is the distinct possibility that the people who told me they "didn't feel comfortable" still knew a shit-ton (that's a term of art) more than I do right now.

3) Sheer consistency - No matter what level of preparation or comfort I've had with the material for any of my classes, almost all my grades have been in the B range. I study my brains out, B, I slack ass, B.

And on that note, back to the material.

Jobs + Exams = Terrible Times.

So I got my first rejection notice today. It wasn't a full-on rejection, but it realistically is as far as my circumstances are concerned: "We have filled our paid position, but if you can bring your own funding..."

Gah, it's not that I expect to just fall into whatever sweet gig I want, but I hate rejection. Hate hate hate.

And my first final is tomorrow. Joy to the world. No job, no bird, no money, not really on top of my school-shit, and no drinky-drink until finals are done? Fucking lame.

Finals Have Arrived.

There is no denying it now, it is time to study for finals. I have two in-class and one take home. I kicked off the reading period proper-like last night. One bottle of Boone's Farm, one and a half Totino's, two episodes of Sex and the City, and 10 pages of His Excellency before passing out.

Remedies on the 29th, Evidence on the 7th, Arbitration on the 10th. After that? Still no job.