To borrow a phrase from my Art Hero, Rene Magritte, Ceçi n’est pas une blog post. I am less than 30 hours away from my last exam, and it’s a lulu, featuring an hour-long essay and 53 multiple-choice questions on a staggeringly complex body of law—and unlike our other exams, it’s completely closed-book, which means we can’t use the outlines we’ve been preparing all semester, as we could in our other exams. I have my work cut out for me until then.
Nevertheless, the time comes when you have to step up and acknowledge the moment where a sea change has occurred. Since school started, much has happened, and I’ve not been able to discuss any of it here. I didn’t write about the election, or about Thanksgiving, or about the melting economy, or about the enormity of change that started on August 13, when I started law school and never looked back. I missed it all, but I won’t miss the chance to say this:
What a difference a year makes.
See you Friday, dear friends, when I shall be able to think clearly again. Hopefully.