The Last Day

As I write this, I sit in the last hour, of the last period, of the last class that I will sit in in my life as a student. This is a landmark moment, considering the fact that I have done this every day for 21 years now, not including preschool. So this is big.

But actually, it's not that big. Serious perils await. Two slithering dragons, and a huge, amorphous, terrifying beelzebub-like creature are happy to see me finish class so they can have their opportunities to get at me.

First, the two dragons, also known as final exams. Labor Law, and Intellectual Property. Two classes that I don't really care much about, but have found scant interesting tidbits scattered throughout. As it stands, I would literally FAIL these exams if I had to take them today. That is saying something, given the fact that as part of the curve system, professors are essentially obligated to drop the universal B. I wouldnt get that, or even a C, or a D. I would FAIL, flat out. That's not tight. I gotta prepare for those.

Once the dragons are slain, then comes the Big Boss. It's like knowing that I have an impending, inexcapable date with Bowser, Gannon, or the Gooch. For all the marbles, for real. Winner take all, for real. On some it's not a game type stuff. This forthcoming battle is known to most as the bar exam.

There is some assistance in fighting the bar exam; a class preps you for it. I know that the class is helpful. Nevertheless, 50% of applicants "similarly situated" to myself failed the exam. THE BAR IS A FLUNKABLE BEAST. And I can fail it too.
(Man, how do you explain that to your Moms, and the people who were waiting on you to begin practice? Whooo...)

Last day of my last year of being a student. This is huge. Reason to celebrate. Just not quite yet.