Next up, Land Law
Managed to fight down the rising sense of panic yesterday - horrible tantrum at one point - and by 3 a.m. had covered four topics for this morning's exam. My helpful girlfriend drilled me extensively on the disciplining of the Judiciary, so I managed to parlay that into an eight page epic in the Dining Hall. I gave them short shrift. I got up at 6.30 a.m. to cover an "alternate" just in case the gods had it in for me and managed to get a pretty sound knowledge of the doctrine of precedent into my thick skull by 8.30. Then a quick shower, brekkie and on the bus down to the Inns. Shockingly, one of the guaranteed subjects was not on the paper, so I basically could have gone to bed last night at 1.30 instead of slaving over it like a gombeen. Something tells me the class was getting a dose of its own medicine off the lecuturer. What I like to call the "stupid question brigade" and she didn't exactly see eye to eye, although to an extent there was a pair of them in it. Well, they fucked things up royally for all and sundry. I have a note from my last lecture which says "There is a pattern on the papers, just go with that" as a direct quote. The pattern was juries/courts/juries/courts, except this year it went juries/civil and criminal legal aid! The canons of interpretation also made an appearance for the first time ever, despite a note in the exam report to the effect that "one student confused this with the presumptions of interpretation, which was not asked". That basically left anyone with a prepared question on the presumptions of interpretation with half a question. Thankfully, yours truly had no room in his memory banks for all that latin and lecture notes revealed that I didn't make it in those days, so I had four questions which I was quite happy with, and was spared vicarious liability for the torts of my classmates. My hand is very sore, which is worrying. I don't know how I'm going to make it through the next four exams plus all that note taking. It's hard to believe that ten years ago, I had to sit two three-hour sessions a day during the exam season. It's kind of scary that the old bod is protesting and I still so tender of years. It might be something to do with being left-handed. Apparently, we push the pen across the page, and sort of grind the nib down into the paper. Certainly, my hand was stuck in a claw-like state for about 20 minutes after I left the hall. I've tried to hold it lightly - as I have when playing the guitar - but I can't get the knack. God, please don't be arthritis, you bastard. Next stop, the horrors of Land Law. This time, I really am going down in flames. Speaking of flames, is Blazen Hazen the new "I kiss you"? It is dearly to be wished that the answer is yes!