IT'S OVER -- 1Ls NO LONGER*.
You know, some schools like California Western automatically drop its bottom 25 percentile whether or not you passed. At Texas Wesleyan and most other schools, you just need to endure the gauntlet with a 2.0 GPA.
I woke up this morning with 10 dashes on my left forearm -- one for each pint or shot since noon yesterday. And there's no hang over because the celebratory drinkings won't stop until at least Sunday. My group of friends started at Fox & Hound and then broke for a couple of hours. I took a nap in between. Then it was off to the horse tracks at Lone Star Park where I came out 40 cents richer (after deducting beer money, admission, and parking). 9:30 PM? It may have been too late for the likes of Eric Yepez and Robert Ridgeway, but for those of us who could tough out the evening, the party was just starting at 8.0 downtown.
I never realized how many people I never talked to. The truth comes out at the end of the year or at least at the bottom of the fifth bottle. Let by-gones be by-gones. Whatever trespass occurred on-line or off-line, this was the time for reconciliation and merriment. I learned that some people were offended when they weren't invited to my Halloween party last year. What? That was 6 months ago. Next year, I'll throw a more and bigger parties. I'm glad to finally know more my classmates and not just by their reputations. I never beat Ian McKee's 18 drinks.
Looking back, I must admit that I had the best study group partners at law school -- Gillmer, Harrington, Short, and Snyder, which all happens to be my professors. As Sara Hammerstead pointed out, "Jack, do you just sit outside their [our professor's] offices and come up with questions for no other reason than to talk to them?" Yes, yes I do. After all, why bother with commercial supplements when you can get a direct answer from the person who's writing your exam? Especially, when you didn't pay enough attention during the semester. So I made drew up lists of questions, hypotheticals, and points of clarification so that I could bombard them with e-mails and message board postings. And, if necessary, be an office squatter. As I always say, know just enough to get by but know how to find the answers to everything else.
Of course, my regular study posse (Eric Clark, Cody McDonald, and Jordan Watson) were indispensable elements to the studying process. We spent the past three weeks cooped up at the library on the main campus. There are fewer distractions -- save a handful co-eds. We had elements, diagrams, flow charts, and what nots sprawled over the giant white wall. By the time we were finished, the library was out of dry erase markers. We threw up multiple-choice questions and hypotheticals on video projectors. We spouted out rapid-fire Q&A's at each other. Some days were more productive than others; after all, there's only so much I can stand of these guys. In the end, I attribute my second semester's survival to these guys.
*assuming that I passed all my classes.
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