Heart Disease and the Last Finals Update for 2006

So in about an hour, I start my caffeine ritual in preparation for my 3 hour evidence final. Iced tea at lunch, some sugary coffee mixture (frappucino, perhaps) on the way downtown, a cup of coffee an hour and a half before the exam, and then a red bull right as I walk into the exam room at 5:45. Usually, I'm typing somewhere between 10 and 20 pages of stuff during the exam period, and by the end it devolves into a mix between an outline format and unbridled stream of consciousness as I try to cram everything I can remember into the blinking computer screen. Tonight's exam is unique: a scantron, completely multiple choice. I'm wondering if I shouldn't scale back my blood pressure a little bit today, considering that shaky hands while trying to keep my pencil inside the bubbles makes for a frustrating evening.

Really, this is what I hate most about law school. I don't mind the classes, socratic method and all. I don't mind the day-to-day workload, as my friends are fairly accustomed to my one-night-out a month policy by now. What really chaps my hide are these racehorse exams, that are designed so no one could ever finish them with any confidence, that cover half of the material you spend weeks preparing for, that are designed to crush your spirit and self-confidence. I will more than likely get somewhere between a 40 and 55 percent on my exam tonight. I have probably officially failed most of my exams in law school. Nevertheless, because of the curve, because everyone struggles, my class standing is right in the middle. Being average doesn't bother me. It's the worthless stressing over a test I know I'm going to do poorly in, that I have to prepare for anyway. I'm running out of eyebrows to pull out because of this. That and the $30,000 bill every year.

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