I had just finished and turned in some business school project, then suddenly thought I had some major work to do for a law school class: at least 1 project and a final exam was coming up maybe a week or two away.  I was sitting in a building lounge area with some other students, they were playing video games or something amounting to procrastination, so then I said I needed to go, as I felt like there was no time to waste; I suspected I’d have to work nearly non-stop for a week or two to get caught up and prepared for the final.  Then suddenly I was hanging out with law school buddy Damien Z. at night, in a backyard, and I just remember holding some smoldering stick, like I’d taken from a campfire, but maybe it was metal with the hot end being nearly molten.  I flicked the thing and some hot-orange material flung against the wall.  Then I just remember it dawned on me that I had no more law classes since I had moved into the business program. Why was I thinking I was going to get buried in work to catch up, etc? I just remember a short conversation with a student about a project topic relating to a firefighter — and at the time I thought it was something I had essentially blown-off during the term, but maybe I could complete and turn in for partial credit.  Then I remember having a continued conversation with some other students about my property law professor who wasn’t well regarded among students for her teaching ability, and I commented “She hides the ball!” reiterating a somewhat consensus view among students that she was almost deliberately vague or evasive about what was necessary to know for the exams.

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