Friday, December 18, 2009

Sigh of Relief. Take a Deep Breath. Now, Exhale.


I disappeared for awhile. I'd like to say I dropped off the radar, but once they had the Security Guard set up in Pence Library, i could probably be found at any time in the past 3 weeks in the exact same location. Pence Library. Second Floor. Carrel #27.

Legal Rhetoric finished in November. That left plenty of time for Exam studying....
Civil Procedure. Awesome. You follow the rules. Done. maybe you'll miss a point or four, but it's a straight forward request, and that's the way it goes. No problem.
Torts. Ugh. After a term of mistaken identity, I'll luck out thanks to some blind grading number. That being said, the test was difficult only in trying to apply the 5 key policy arguments to every situation. Well, it's unfair for the Dads to not get any damages for the death of their son. Let's see though, it would be immoral to hold BisneyWorld responsible for allowing the customer to make an educated decision to their own harm. Then again, BisneyWorld is in the best spot to allocate the cost of injury by upping costs by a minimal amount upon entry. Not meeting the recommended height of a BisneyWorld ride isn't necessarily negligence for the courts to decide, but rather, if there is a problem, a change or adjustment in policy from legislation. Again, BisneyWorld may be responsible for maintaining and enforcing the height requirement and be in the best position to know it because of their specialized amusement business; holding BisneyWorld responsible would likely be a deterrent for other amusement parks to prevent such a tragic mishap. Money to the Dads because some case said so. And with that, I'm done in a fraction of the time a normal student would take. No better feeling than finishing a 4 hour-exam in 27 minutes. I am awesome. Really, that should be a complete answer, and it only took me seven minutes. ... Actually, I was scærred (the æ is for pronunciation) of the test and tried smokking out more of the issues on the test. So I did (really, I did) take the full time for the exam. I'm also pretty sure I didn't fayl.
And Contracts. You know when you play Hearts, and you go into a round shooting for the moon? You really commit to a game plan and hope it plays out properly. Well, try imagining you're shooting the moon, but you don't get to see what actually happens with the tricks, you just keep going and you'll find out whether you got all the points you had hoped for, or if there was some factor you missed completely that ruined the whole gambit. Yeah, I wrote a lot down for Contracts, I missed the earlier plays in the closed-book part of the test. Maybe, just maybe, I shot the moon on the second round. Have to wait until January to flip the cards over and see if I got 'em all. Let's just say, without much consideration, Contracts was way more than I bargained for and there may have been some uneven bargaining power on the professor's side. Oh well, just have to see what I get later.
On that note, allow me to recap a little. 3 Exams, two fellow students, and one big semester are DONE. So, as you can imagine, at the end of the term I am ecstatic to be done. And now that I'm home I'm able to talk about it. Being home of course is not actually being in this house that I'm staying. My room from when I was younger has since been changed into a game room, and now an office. The second room I had from my come-home-from college days is now a craft room. And I'm in the guest bedroom, which is the most tolerable at Christmas time--it's usually referred to as 'the santa room' where 50 or so Santa statues and figurines are upon the shelves staring at you when you sleep but at Christmas all the Santas come out to play and find new places throughout the entire home to cheers with hot chocolate or check their list a second and eternal time.

Being home is more than just the room, obviously. It's Mom. It's Dad. It's my Godfather. The best is having my friends. I love you Mom and Dad, but know that the feeling of home without the boredom of sitting around the house is thanks to the relationships i've developed with my best friends.
I've been home for less than 24 hours, but I know I'm home. I've taken a shower, a well-pressured, hot, glorious shower that comes after a term of shower snake-dancing to rinse. Upon arrival I've managed to scrimmage with some 7th/8th graders at the old work-place. I enjoyed some Ninkasi, Total Domination IPA. Saw the Footes, won a game of scrabble, enjoyed another Oregon beer. I also managed to play a little Dr. Mario. Oh Dr. Mario, I missed you. Naturally there are a few other things to do while in town, as in, see everybody I haven't seen yet, enjoy some stumptown, play a little chess, eat a lot breakfast, have breakfast over a nice bloody mary with my old partner. You know the good stuff. Man, oh man, it's nice to be home!



PS. Because this is not a walk in the park, and it would be very difficult to say I have gotten through this long first step completely on my own....
Thanks to:
Mom and Dad for the love and support.
Zoe, Aaron, Justin, Sarah, Jon, Anie, and Angie for the mental health support.
Sheesh, Maki, Mr. Wilson, B-Vir, and Hunter for all the study tips, outlines, drinks, eats, and friendly/unfriendly competition.
§ 3 for a continued momentum that collectively drives us to achieve. Yeah, we're the intense section; so what, you better believe I'm showing up 90 minutes early to get that seat in the third row slightly off the center.