Watching the sturm und drang of my classmates this week has been…unsettling. No, we are not talking about the election – that seems to have barely made a dent in the collective consciousness of the cohort. Oh sure, there are some exceptions, but for the most part, it appears that nothing shall be allowed to take priority over their identity as stressed out students of the law. No, we are talking about the drama surrounding the upcoming exams.
And by upcoming, I mean they are three weeks away. Seriously. Three weeks.
We had a total of 48 hours worth of class for each course we take. And there are only three courses that have exams. And one of those is a take home. All are open book. You could literally spend an hour on each class session for each course and still only be working a seven hour day. But, why the ever-living fuck would you need to?
You went to all the classes, presumably you paid attention in all your classes, so what is the deal?! Outline your course, make some notes on the elements you find a little confusing (comparative fault, anyone?), work through a couple of practice exams, and bob’s your uncle. What the hell am I missing here?
I’m beginning to think this is the answer:
Dear goddess, please let that be the answer. Because I’m beginning to get caught up in the panic. Maybe I do need to review every class session of every course in minute detail. Do I? I have no freakin’ idea. My biggest concern about the exams is that I am simply not smart enough. Don’t pish me. I’m serious. Let me give you a hypothetical. Because, you know, law school.
Little Bobby encounters a number of disastrous scenarios, but the coup de grâce is when he flies down a hill, into a car with a protruding bracket. Should this scenario have been foreseeable by the car manufacturer? Clearly, the answer is no! It’s so obvious. What a dumb hypothetical. Except, Professor Excellent Hair asks – what if the car had run into Bobby? Bobby would have the same injuries. Crap. This scenario is absurdly foreseeable. Does it matter if Bobby ran into the car, or the car ran into Bobby? No! It makes no difference. The injury is foreseeable! Damnit. Now I’ve failed the exam.
And you see, as soon as Professor Excellent Hair points this out, I totally understand. But, were I to come to the same hypothetical alone, would I see the analogy? Fuck no. And so, I need to be smarter. Will studying more help? I don’t know. It’s not fucking foreseeable.
Fucking law school.