Our little baptism of fire at the law school ends tomorrow. We took a mock exam for the Dean's property class this morning. I was able to write a lot, but I wasn't find an argument that would let me cite Goddard v. Winchell, which seemed to be the Dean's favorite case. We get our grades back tomorrow, and I'm as nervous as if it were a real test. Here's the kicker, we don't get a letter grade. We get a 1, 2, or 3 indicating whether we scored in the top, middle, or bottom third of the class. I didn't employ the IRAC formula, and I think that will count against me. I hoping for a 2.

We got back a few hours ago from the Dean's reception at his house. Many of the professors strike me as being quite young. It's a little to go back to school when most of your professors are only a few years older than you are. I'm accustomed to my old school days when every professor was 20+ years older than me. A difference in perception, I guess. Your professors don't seem as infallable and awesome when they are closer to your own age.

I just finished my memo assignment. Tomorrow should be an easy day, followed by two more days of mandatory orientation that all 1L's have to attend.

I really wish I could focus on law school and dive into it, but having these two fucking houses is worrying me sick. The sooner we can sell el money pit in St. Pete, the better. It's giving me an ulcer.