120 Minutes of Finals Remaining

I only have one final left this semester: Trusts. After that, I'm off for the summer. Hopefully, it will just be for summer, but we will have to wait for grades. I won't get started on forced-curve grading because this is only supposed to last a minute, but #%@!&#%*#$!

I will be interning with Justice Jill Parrish of the Utah Supreme Court during May. If all goes well, I will pick up a few credits and lighten my load during the upcoming year. If things go poorly, I will get fired and Utah's laws will never be the same again.

I will spend the rest of the summer clerking for a small, litigation firm in Salt Lake City. For this one, I will actually be getting paid. I am excited to be a bread winner, again. Elizabeth will hopefully start thinking of me as a man again, too.

I have been swamped at school, because I was foolish enough to accept a management position with one of the journals. I take office in the fall. I expected to put in a lot of time next year, but did not anticipate how much time I would have to put in as a manager-elect. I am trying to recruit for senior editor positions for next year, but I can't find enough stupid people who can edit. (You would have to be stupid to accept). On the upshot, next year, I will have tremendous power to corrupt the academic credibility of BYU's law school.

My car makes funny smells, and now it makes funny sounds--no longer silent but deadly.