A quick snap of the chalkboard telling me where my final law school final was held. As usual I walked in just barely in time so I didn't have time to make sure I got a good shot. The point is: I never have to look to this chalkboard again to see where I will spend three hours of my life regurgitating from my notes or memory in order to pass a class. That's because I never have to take another law school final. Ever.

Of course, that's assuming that I passed this final, which, well, it didn't seem that bad. I would be stunned to see anything more than a B on the old report card for this class, but I'm sure I got at least a C. Ok, you can never be sure, but you get the idea. For now I'm going forward on the assumption that I passed and I'm done. Done! Yeah.