Crazy hobo ala “I will boil your rabbit”:
Zoned-out, “Oops did my brains leak out my ear?”
As far as my exam prep… I think I am fried. No, I KNOW I am fried because I will study a chapter of the book, listen to a recording of the class for that chapter, and then when I look at a problem in the book:
Book: “Corp A and Corp B, bla, bla, blasay bla-bla-bla, $800,000. What are the tax consequences of the above transaction to the shareholders?” Me: “…I …have…no…fucking idea…what does the word ‘tax‘ mean again? Where am I? Why is Adam Lambert glaring at me?”
I am marching across the river to the law library, printing the final version of the outline, and hoping that Red Lobster has a position for me as a line cook.
I am giving up on being a Tax Lawyer or a Westlaw attorney and searching craigslist for post-graduation employment as a barback. I am cute, peppy, and will work on the cheap!
I took my exam at the nearby undergrad library because apparently law students need “special permission from the dean” to take law school exams in the law school library’s study rooms.
Most “take-home” exams are 8-hours long and the study rooms are reservable for 6-hour stretches, but heaven forbid that the exam-studiers are deprived of those 2-hours in the study room by someone actually taking an exam…
Anyway, it’s 3:55pm when I race back to the law library to print my exam.
I just spent 7 hours and 45 minutes typing my brains out. I have 15 minutes to turn in the exam that I just spent the entire day on AND I REALIZE THAT I DO NOT HAVE MY STUDENT I.D. TO PRINT!
I am mortified.
I let out a yelp, steam, and start to melt, wicked witch style, into a little mud puddle of fail.
I am right there, helpless, in the middle of the library… a tiny poo-like puddle of fail staining the the library carpet… sing it with me now…
I was only able to print the exam thanks to the magic of our sassy librarian, but I still had to go home to change my diaper afterward. My goodness…
I still haven’t found my student card, but at least Wednesday’s corporate tax law exam is computerized. Hmmf.
Stella and I are holed up at Starbucks studying for finals.
My international tax law exam is self-scheduled. I may take it tomorrow. Possibly, maybe.
I will finish my outline for Wednesday’s corporate tax law exam tonight and see if I need more than one day to prepare. I think I just need to force myself to take these self-scheduled exams early lest I focus on too many irrelevant/obscure things. I think 80% of finals prep is a waste of time, so I am trying (desperately) to be more efficient.
…and crazy “reads aloud in foreign languages” hobo is here. He’s usually at the Purple Onion but decided to make a guest appearance at Starbucks to distract us. He was reading in Arabic, now he’s reading aloud in Italian, and we are pretty sure he doesn’t speak either language. I don’t know what’s going on, but after a few more hours in the treasury regulations I might start speaking in tongues too…
Oh, and Starbucks had “happy hour” today, which meant half-priced beverages and a line that stretched outside of the door for the better part of 2 hours:
The undergrads couldn’t chase me down for snickering and taking their picture because they didn’t want to lose their place in line. Hah! This happy-hour promotion goes all week, so I will have a captive audience for when I snap and start reading tax regs aloud. Buhaha…
