Okay, Now I'm Done

When I got into the car this morning, The Beatles came blaring at me, to the tune of "Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da," with the meaningful refrain: "Life goes on." Yeah. I took that as a good sign. And The Beatles was fitting music in some ways, being one of the all time favourite groups of the professor of my property law class, a class in which I managed to pull off a minor coup on my final grade. A rather unexpected pleasant surprise. So, I thought, it makes sense to listen to that music if it, in some cosmic way, connects me to the brain waves that got me such a gift in my property class.

No car accidents, no infections or diseases (or infectious diseases), no fire alarms or bomb threats (or fire bombs). For better or for worse, that exam is now done. Just getting it written feels like a minor coup. I'm happy.

AND, I am officially done 1L.

Seriously, I Still Have One Exam to Write

Me and exams? We've got issues. And it's not that I can't write them, either. I do just fine on exams, thank you very much. But last semester it was ear infections before Crim (and throughout the rest of 1L). Then, on the first day of exams I had to attend a funeral, so my K exam was deferred. Which I promptly rescheduled. And then promptly got a strep infection the day before I was supposed to write it.

I'm fairly convinced that I'm going to get into a car accident or something on the way up to Osgoode (that's where I'm writing the exam, so I don't have to go back to Ottawa) just because things happen in threes (don't they?) and because it would just sort of be funny if it happened. Again.

The Sour Cream of Wit

AHC and I spent dinner last night teaching the kiddies about sarcasm. They hear us use it all the time, but I'm sure it's confusing for them, especially the irony part. Cognitively, kids can't get their heads around this linguistic device until a certain age. The Girl, at 5 3/4 years, got it once we explained it to her, but Big Boy, at 3 3/4 years, just couldn't think up one sarcastic thing to say. I suppose I should be grateful for that. I should perhaps hold off this type of teaching until they get through their teens, but I've really never been smart that way.

We played this game where we'd give them a phrase and they'd have to say whether it was sarcastic or not. TG was right 100% of the time and BB was mostly just perplexed (Me: TG just loves it when we make broccoli for dinner, TG: That's sarcastic, BB: But I like broccoli!). AHC gave her this one: "It makes me so happy when [the neighbour's dog] pees on our lawn." To which TG deadpanned:

"That's definitely sarcasm."

Love on the Internet

Some days, I love the internet. I just had a live chat with a librarian from Glendale in Los Angeles County, California who helped me locate a state bill in Oregon which I could not find.

Librarians are fantastic. Some days, I wish I was one.

Radio Silence

Sorry for the long absence. Between the never ending exams, deferral--part one, immediately driving to Montreal for CFP only hours after finishing my last exam, the long drive back to TO from MTL after 8 long months of law school, strep throat, deferral--part two, two days in class for a summer course, and the job interview...you get the picture.

Anyway, I'm back. My law peeps are scattered. Or maybe I'm the one that's scattered. We're probably all a little scattered right now. Praise be that I never have to do 1L ever again.

Stay tuned for a series of post-1L reflections, just for the hell of it.