I once heard a rumor that during your first year of law school they scare you to death, the second year they work you to death, and the third year they bore you to death.
Clearly this saying has some implications for reincarnation.
But setting that aside, the first two prongs of the saying have definitely proved true in my experience. Coming into the year, I was looking so forward to long stretches of boredom. I had a posh schedule - no class on Thursday or Friday, and indications were strong that the final prong of the saying was also accurate. I even read a news story over the summer which proclaimed that some law schools were toying with the idea of eliminating the third "wasteful" year all together.
This has undoubtedly been my most intense semester thus far. Besides the paper I'm working on (and hoping to get published) I have 4 tests, each more dangerous and frightening then the last. Except for the final test, which, despite being the most dangerous, is really only the penultimately most frightening. (Penultimately? Can I adjectivize that word?)(Adjectivize? Can I verbify that word?)
Anyways, these are some dang intense tests. This may help explain the dearth of quality posts on Philosofickle for those who were wondering.
Basically though, I just wanted to call attention to the fact that tomorrow I will be taking a 24 hour test. Well, we have 24 hours to finish it, regardless of how much time it will actually take us. The professor says it can be done in 4 plus time spent editing, but I remain skeptical, as the last 24 hour test I took came with the same estimate, and I spent 18 hours of actual work-time on that sucker.
Given the immense suffering I am about to go through, your sympathies are much appreciated. You can provide them by clicking on the "comments" button, or mail them to:
Poor, poor, Matt
1515 Jefferson Davis Hwy
Arlington, VA 22202.
Also, I wanted to throw out a comment about the last question I asked. The responses people gave have given me much to ponder as I try to avoid studying for my tests. I really appreciated the creative responses and obvious thought that went into them. If nothing else, it made me miss driving with great music through scenic areas and rocking with a great jazz band. I've been fortunate enough to do both. And thinking back on it, both have been about as close to heaven-on-Earth as I've ever come. Just something so ultimately fulfilling, blissful, and peaceful about both. So a big thanks to everyone who submitted on that post, and an further encouragement for people who haven't, or people with more ideas, to continue to post.
I should also say a word about M. Night Shamaylan (sp?). I was told my twist on the question below was lame (despite the great answers it elicited), like the twists in Mr. Night's latest films. But I need to tell everyone 2 things.
First, his twists were always that lame. Sixth Sense came as such a shock to everyone, but it was totally predictable, and I did in fact predict it long before I saw the ending.
Second, his movies aren't about the twists, or the suspense. They're always about something else that just takes place in the midst of the twist/suspense. For example, Unbreakable is a terrific movie about a man's relationship to rebuild his life with his wife and child after it lost all of its purpose. It's a beautiful story. Or take Signs, in which a man who once lost his faith learns to trust in God again. I mean, that's a brilliant idea because it happens at a time when there is absolute proof that we are not alone in the universe - something that for most people would cause a crisis of faith. And Mr. Night has juxtaposed that beautifully with a man who, through the same phenomena, comes to believe again. That's powerful. So give the man a break - he's not telling stories about a twist, he's telling stories about people. And they're awesome stories at that.
And last but not least, I really hate campuses that have exclusive contracts with a single pop supplier. This may be the topic of a full rant someday soon, but I don't have the energy to be angry right now. Maybe if my campus had Mt. Dew I could manage it, but instead I'm off to bed.
Oh, and don't forget to give me sympathy for my horrible tests.
She's seen her share of devils in this angel town