The opposite of fun

I had my first law school exam today.

It was brutal.

After dragging my sorry-ass out of bed at the ungodly hour of 7:30 a.m., after downing four cups of coffee and two pills of legal crack (aka Excedrine Migraine), I slummed through eight hours of bad writing and questionable analysis.

And I think I did poorly. Is it possible that I failed the class? What ignominy. What a short-lived stint of parental approval. What a waste of one year's tuition.

And this is the class I studied the most for! Imagine the carnage to come on the next two...