Full Frontal Nudity

And the beat goes on... and the beat goes on.  This coming Tuesday I will take the Marital Property Exam.  Thank God I took it pass/fail.  It promises to be challenging and, luckily we will have notes, books and whatnot to rely on.  The ability to use our notes will make the curve more shallow and as long as I don't COMPLETELY miss the target I should get my P and be done with it. 

Besides summer exams, summer school is just about done.  I have one ADR class remaining (week long sit in the cold room and have a negotiation competition for three credit hours) then I will have three glorious weeks of summer to play with my son, wife and zergling.  And by play I mean get our house ready for the arrival of Liliana. 

Now that you have been updated on my life, here is what you're really here for:  ( o Y o )

A few nights ago I had a "Momento-esque" dream.  Funny thing was I didn't realize I was dreaming until I woke up. 

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I see a light from behind my closed eyelids.  What is that? I think to myself and begin to open my eyes.  I am temporarily blinded by the sun streaming in through the window and wonder whose bed I'm in and more importantly where in the hell I am? 
What happened last night? I ask my inner voice as I swing my legs to the side of the bed.  My pajama pants clinging with static to my legs as I step onto the wood floor.  My eyesight is returning and I can see the room I've landed.  To call it nice would do it a gross injustice.  The king-sized four-poster bed is one of three articles of furniture in this glorious room.  Sheer white curtains surround the bed on all sides.  The linens  too are white and smell of lavender.  How did I get here? 
I push the curtain aside and move about room.  A dresser and desk are the only other furniture pieces in the room.  No TV, No Phone, No lights, (like Robinson Carusoe it's primitive as can be, I sing to myself).  I see a continental breakfast waiting for me on the desk.  The water glass is sweating.  I move to it and drink it down in one gulp.  I didn't realize how famished I was until I begin eating the breakfast without regard for who put it there or whether it was poisoned or not.  It didn't taste poisoned and I couldn't imagine a more tranquil place do die.
I sit at the desk and kick back.  I closed my eyes and the darkness that envelops caused a flash.  I see people but it's like looking through think fog.  A man in a white shirt.  A lady in a yellow dress.  Were they dancing?  A knock at the door startles me back reality.
The visitor knocks again and I move toward the door.  I look through the peephole and see a man in a polyester white jacket with black piping, a steward.  He must be here for the dishes. 
I let him in and he moves sliently to the desk, picks up the tray and starts to head out. 
"Um, Excuse me" I say to him and he looks at me quizically.  "where am I?"  he smiles, it's what I was afraid of.  "English?"  I ask with my hands up hopefully.  He smiles again, his teeth reflect years of smoking and the absence of a toothbrush.  He points to his chest.  I see the crest of the hotel I've landed in and notice the name: Serenity. Usually the name of the location you're staying at is below, but curiously enough, this does not. 
He gestures past me and continues about his duties.  I watch him walk down the hall and head back to my into my room. 
...

The anti-climatic end of my penultimate semester.

Last night as I entered the exam with 15 minutes before the exam began, my nerves were calm.  I usually show up and set up my computer half and hour to an hour before the exam but this time I wandered the halls with my buddies and we laughed and joked about how or final exam was to "write a judicial opinion;" how hard could that be? 
My legislation class ended with a final exam based off the Speluncean Explores hypothetical.  Long story short four guys go into a cave and get trapped, three come out after having a friend for dinner.  These guys were charged with murder and the five justices could not reach a verdict.  Our part was to write in as the 6th judge to break the tie.  My opinion was to affirm the sentence and the poor men were to be hanged.  (got to follow the law).  The test was not easy and backing up my argument with proper legal analysis proved challenging, but that's best part of law school exams. 

After the test it's over to Wine Thief with the creater of the test and my buddies to discuss politics, women, drinks, law, women, jokes, rumors, and women.  It was the end of my last REAL semester (summer school doesn't really count.) We enjoyed the "hurricane" that passed by and each other's company.

After the first year, law school loses it's luster and it's just school from there on out.  You no longer feel (or pretend to be) smarter than those around you that are NOT in law school and you look at the new 1Ls as bright-eyed children full of the majesty of the law.  While I still enjoy law school, this last semester was more enjoyable because I didn't worry about my ranking or my GPA (both are pretty much set in stone).  I would have worried if I were at the tip-top of the class, but luckily I'm not and could focus my attention on helping others get the most out of law school. 

Though the end of the semester was anti-climatic I enjoyed the semester.

Dave

Finals time

As much as I would like to be studying I lack the desire.  At this point in my law school career my grades are set in stone and the "gentlemen's C" will not affect my standing one way or the other.

I do find Criminal Procedure interesting and learning through the Kaplan PMBR has gotten me through Crim law, Property, Civ Pro, and to a lesser extent Contracts.
This pic is me "studying in the Student Bar Association room at Texas Wesleyan School of Law (Club 1515).
It's such a great place to study.  For one we have a window and it's not freezing like it is in the dungeon (AKA the library).
I can foresee Jake's Burgers in my future and then back to the grind of studying.
Though I'm really chomping at the bit to shoot w/ my D80.