Law School Finals, random thoughts....

Christmas season approaching means one thing for law students: the start of study season. We are welcomed not by black sales, glittering lights, or a jolly fat man. Rather, the season brings with it exhaustion, a remarkably shorter temper, and spending evening trying to figure out what the Constitutional Framers intended by saying " an accused has the right to be confronted with the witnesses against him." Who needs St. Nick when you have Scala or O'Connor.

My first final will be a 48 hour nightmare staring the morning of December 14th. Study season means I study, every day, as much as humanly possible... trying to ascertain diluted legal theories from incomprehensible authors. The worst author, by far, being your elected legislature. Maybe I should have voted for President not based on change, but based on ability to write laws coherently.

Woe is me, woe is me. Yet, no matter how little I see the sun, or Zoka, or Elisa... I am struck by how lucky I am by not have my Christmas season shadowed by the fear of loosing my job. Not only that, but how lucky I am that on December 22nd, I will get in a plane, with my amazing wife, fly to a place I can truly call home, and spend an entire week with an wonderful family.

Alright, enough for now. Back to it...