Last night was not the worst night ever, but it was definitely in the top 25 of pre-finals drama. I went to bed at 11, and went to sleep...around 5:30 or 6. The usual, too keyed up, couldn't get comfortable, wasn't tired. This was punctuated by puppy having his own tummy troubles around 4 in the morning which necessitated me having to clean the ( Read more... )

I'm back to experiencing that weird phenomenom that only happens during finals. When my alarm goes off, I get up, turn off both alarms, turn the lights on and the fan off, then go back to bed and sleep for another two hours, and wake up with no memory of any of the above. That used to freak me out, but now I just wake me up with a feeling of "Not ( Read more... )

In a fit of insanity creativity today, I decided to make caramel apple pancakes for lunch today. I've never made them before, but I had apples and caramel sauce and pancake mix, so it seemed like combining them wouldn't be a problem ( Read more... )

Studying for finals with a puppy "helping" is much as I would have expected - adorable, but unproductive. Parakeets have ways of getting your attention - sitting on your head, chewing on your hair, landing on your fingers - but nothing quite says LOVE ME like a taking a running leap into your lap ( Read more... )

A three hour Serrathon from 5:45-8:45 at night, after a Serrathon from 3:30-5 the previous day and a regular class earlier in the day. By the last half hour, my notes resembled the proverbial monkey pounding on a typewriter trying to produce the works of Shakespeare. I went home, walked the dog, and then tried to outline, but I realized I didn't ( Read more... )

I have the same vaguely disbelieving feeling that I had after Big Trial was over; like "It's over? It's really over?" Like "Well, that's a nice break, time to get back to work." I have over a month off? What am I going to do with myself ( Read more... )

I think this quarter's Finals Roach made me paranoid; I keep thinking I see things scurrying out of the corner of my eye, turning around and there's nothing there. Since I have laid enough boric acid to clean out Joe's Apartment, I know I'm fine, but that doesn't keep me from jumping every time I see a shadow ( Read more... )

I was standing in the kitchen, minding my own business, carving up a chicken for dinner, when in storms my husband Wilbur in a jealous rage - oh, wait, wrong life. I was standing in the kitchen, minding my own business, studying required disclosures in federal court when a ginormous roach went scurrying past my foot. Ah yes, we know it's officially ( Read more... )

Prof. Blogger has set me straight on the rumor about the CrimPrac final (see previous post). I would have found this less of a disconcerting rumor than the one that popped up about Prof. Evidence last week, although, like this one, that rumor has been corrected as well. The CrimPrac final is not the chaos, panic and disorder that I was lead to ( Read more... )

I had a revelation Saturday - that the PC III final was exactly a week away. Now the countdown has begun, and yea verily, I have commenced breathing into a paper bag. (And studying, which is perhaps more useful.) As utterly panicked as I am, I somehow feel better about this final than I expected to. Prof PC III was right, the procedural rules are ( Read more... )