Still one more exam to go, but it’s a take-home, so I am eager to resume my blog and write down three crashes that happened in the past couple weeks.
Crashing for exams is actually pretty fun. Flipping through my casebooks I almost couldn’t believe we’ve done this much in a semester. Almost 1000 pages of reading in every class – 3000 pages – that’s like three years’ worth of reading outside of work before law school. Looking at my 80-page notes and the casebooks which were highlighted beyond recognition and had random notes scribbled in the margins, I was pretty proud of myself for having the patience to do all of this – only a few months ago this was unthinkable: Rarely did I take any notes in undergrad. Nor did I ever write or highlight anything on my textbooks back then ( so my textbooks were almost as good as new at the end of the semester, and always commanded a higher resale value).
The second crash was my four-month-old thinkpad. One day before my first exam, it simply refused to boot. On my second phone call to IBM/Lenovo I was able to get a hold of a rep, who calmly told me that there was nothing he could do. “It’s not a hardware problem. If you want, sir, you can pay $35 per hour to Microsoft and have them troubleshoot for you.”
I wanted to tell him to go to hell. It seemed like it’s been forever, but I still remember my former life as a Java coder. In the distant past I used to turn people back and say, it’s not our software’s problem, it’s your hardware’s problem. But I never said that to my fellow computer geeks. We geeks should be brothers. We band together. If one of us goes down, all go down. It’s only been 3 months since I left my former brotherhood, and now I get the “it’s not our problem” problem?
I hung up the phone and proceeded to format my hard drive and reinstall the OS. That was five hours of my life I am never going to get back, and they were five precious hours one day before my first exam.
The third crash happen yesterday. After the contracts final exam, a few of us came back to my room to watch the Ali G show and have some beer. It was either due to the hilarious Ali G or the delicious Tsing-tao, or a combination of both — I laughed so hard that I leaned perhaps a bit too far back in my chair for a split second, and before I knew it, I landed on the floor with the chair completely disintegrated underneath me.
By completely disintegrated, I mean, completely disintegrated. Any more disintegrated the chair would have become a pile of saw dust. The folks were impressed by my chair-crashing skill and kept on laughing for another couple minutes, until we turned our attention back to Ali G and Tsing-tao.
Maybe it’s time for me to lose some weight…