It's 6:16 p.m. at the beginning of the last week of finals. With only one to go, now would be a good time to throw in the towel for the day and relax, even though nobody seems up for some Cinco de Mayo fun.
But something strange has come over me. I want to take it to the limit, one more time.
I don't have to - given that I have a job (and the finals-time gift basket that comes with it) and absolutely no ambition to clerk, my law school GPA matters about as much as my SAT score. On the other hand, this is my last final ever and a little voice in the back of my head says it would be unsatisfying to half-ass my way out the door. A little pride would do me good. I'll be giving it a shot, but we'll see how far it gets.
UPDATE: Study fail. But after a couple of hours of work this morning, I'm confident enough that I'll land in the B range.
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