Shoveling Smoke

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Summary

The root canal went well- I felt almost nothing the whole time. Apparently when I bit down, a piece of my tooth broke off and pushed into the pulp, which explained the agonizing pain. Oh well, now all I have to do is get a crown put on and all should be well.

My wife's strange back pain seems to be gone, so that's good. Maybe she's turned a corner. She's had an awful lot of bad luck lately.

A few grades are in. I made a C+ in Business Associations, which is actually a good thing in my book. Due to my stupidity, I had to write the exam, as I had left my power cord at the hospital with my wife. Also, the subject matter didn't exactly mesh with my interests- it's a nice enough topic, but I'm really not going to be a corporate attorney. So I'm not too concerned. Also, with the possibility of a C or D+ seemingly all to possible, a C+ is sweet relief indeed.

In brighter news, I made an A in Electronic Research Seminar. I enjoyed that class- it was interesting, and I managed to learn a few things along the way.

Constitutional Law, Appellate Advocacy, and Evidence are still outstanding. I had a B+ on the Evidence midterm, so I'm optimistic about the eventual outcome. Con Law is probably a B, I would assume. Appellate Advocacy is anybody's guess.

I hope to have some fairly big news I can post on this blog eventually, but I've decided that silence is the better part of discretion at this juncture. There's too much about it I don't know at this point to comfortably share, and I don't want to jinx it.

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Monday, November 27, 2006

Done

Spent the last few hours putting a 15-page paper to bed. Still have some tweaking to do, but the story's been read, the lights are out, and the Boogeyman has been chased from the closet. 91 footnotes of fury, she is. Put together with the finesse of a Faberge egg and the strength of a Sherman tank. At least, I like to think so.

Of course, somehow that means I'll end up barely passing. Happens every time.

Also, my brain is tired, so consider this the final synapses of an exhausted mind.

Must. Stop. Thinking.

Good night.

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