Life goes on… and on… and on…

Tis the sea­son! The finals sea­son, as opposed to the hol­i­day sea­son. The two are nearly sim­i­lar: one is  a time of bit­ter­ness, depres­sion and strife; and finals sea­son is even worse.

Allow me to pause while you groan.

Being a non-traditional law stu­dent gives me a unique per­spec­tive on finals. My day job is extremely flex­i­ble and I am able to take days off to study; and my fam­ily — my wife, since the kids are too young to have a real say — is also sup­port­ive and won­der­ful, let­ting me study in (rel­a­tive) peace while I’m home.

That  being said, life for a non-traditional stu­dent does not stop dur­ing finals. I can’t study through the night since I have a fam­ily to pay some mod­icum of atten­tion to and work to go to (early) the next morn­ing. I can’t focus my entire brain power solely on the issues of the semes­ter since I have a job that requires the use of my brain. How fondly I recall my days doing con­struc­tion work! Ok, not so fondly…