This has been the worst cluster of finals yet of my law school career. The last exam of this cycle stands approximately 12 hours away. I’m hoping to not reap what I sow in the class on account that I gave this class even less attention than the one in which I was everything-short-of promised at least a B+.

I’ve spent a good deal of the last 20 or so hours watching YouTube videos and the like (which I almost never do). I have bounced through outlines, but focus is very elusive after having been torn down or chewed up and spit out by three prior exams.

The first was the worst (and the one I was most prepared for), the second was the best (joke), and the third was the one with the hairy neck (the Professor has a remarkable neck beard).

My goal for tomorrow is to simply finish with at least a little honor left. I am truly exhausted. I long to revisit old companions of mine with work far from my mind. I have it in me to celebrate and breathe fully and laugh from the bottom of my belly.

I desire to write and read for my own good nature. I intend to update this blog with prose more often over the next few months. In short, I want to live what I love. Not that law school is not a part of it–it’s just an exhausting love that is costumed in such a way as to deceive me from the true device. I am all the better for having gone through the trials and tribulations of this first calendar year in law school. May I have the boldness to hold myself to an ever higher standard on account of this continual refinement by fire.