First exam is done

You know, on one level, exam period is what law school is all about. Since the result of the whole semester hinges on what happens during that time, you could say that it's really the only two weeks that matter out of the whole four months. But on another level, exam weeks are a complete aberration in relation to the rest of the year. Students who in November still had to ask a PA where the library was now have their mail forwarded to the second floor stacks. Those who had previously nested in the study carrels now flee to brighter shores upon seeing the sad parade of unwashed masses make inroads upon their erstwhile sanctuary. The Thursday keg is a distant memory. The Virginia Law Weekly has stopped its presses. The beanbags don't fly, and the bocce don't roll. Has Virginia at last remembered that it is a top ten school?

I'd write more and try to drum up some enthusiasm for a healthy work/life balance but, I, uh, gotta go study some Torts...

No, not a plongeur...

First question: I'm sure we're all familiar with the game at the grocery store where you try to find the combination of just two items that will most cause out the register clerk to look twice. If not, go here for the general idea and hover over the picture (to see the "alt" text). That is obviously the winning answer as far as I'm concerned (at least, for a guy), but I submit to you my own entry:

one box of butterscotch pudding cups and a plunger.

I suppose mine's more incongruent than it is anything else, but I should get points at least for it being unintentional, as I was at the store to buy both of those things and only those things.

Abraham on Exams (or life in general)

"Don't describe the ladder. Tell me what you see from the top of the ladder."
K. Abraham.

He's a ghost...who writes!

A bunch of us had a law school party last night to celebrate both the lifting of the ban on contacting legal employers and the instantiation of the new Federal Rules of Civil Procedure. Somewhere along the way, the majority of us gave up on envelope-stuffing and sat through the entire first story arc of the Ghostwriter TV show from the early Nineties. Jonathan at least had never seen the show before and I had only seen the occasional episode (I wasn't allowed to watch it growing up because of the occult overtones).

Oh, had we missed out.

Among many unintentionally hilarious moments, I particularly enjoyed when one character said, of quarters, "They're kind of like money!"

Were we incredibly loopy when we watched this? Goodness yes, it was almost midnight before we finished and most of us had been writing cover letters or stuffing envelopes most of the day. Was it also some of the most fun we've had at law school? Undoubtedly so.