Crimson...and clover...over...and over...
MADISON, Wis. -- The Contracts Study Convoy is rolling on, as Finals II: Back With a Vengeance prepares for its Wednesday-through-next-Friday run. Maybe more like the Leaky Contracts Dinghy Slowly Floating Out To Sea. Or perhaps the Contracts Study Bus Stalled On the Green Goblin's Train Crossing.
Okay, okay. I'll quit with the transportation metaphors already.
Depressing Personal Crap, Part Two
My brother Geoff, age 51, died after a sudden, massive heart attack. I guess all of my siblings are somewhat more like aunts and uncles to me, since they're so much older than I am (they're my dad's kids from his first marriage). They had already up and moved to California (I think) by the time I stumbled onto the scene, so it took me a while to figure out I had brothers and sisters.
The good (?) news is that Geoff, like 3/4 of the Woodward kids, calls the L.A. area home, so I'll have no problem making it to the services and being with the family. Yet another Depressing Woodward Family Reunion.
Here's what I want to figure out. Can we please stop killing off my immediate family members within a week of finals? At this rate, there won't be anyone left to watch me graduate. I don't even want to think about what wrath the bar exam will unleash.
From now on, you must all spend the last two weeks of April and the first two weeks of December in the hospital. It's for your own good, people.
MADISON, Wis. -- The Contracts Study Convoy is rolling on, as Finals II: Back With a Vengeance prepares for its Wednesday-through-next-Friday run. Maybe more like the Leaky Contracts Dinghy Slowly Floating Out To Sea. Or perhaps the Contracts Study Bus Stalled On the Green Goblin's Train Crossing.
Okay, okay. I'll quit with the transportation metaphors already.
Depressing Personal Crap, Part Two
My brother Geoff, age 51, died after a sudden, massive heart attack. I guess all of my siblings are somewhat more like aunts and uncles to me, since they're so much older than I am (they're my dad's kids from his first marriage). They had already up and moved to California (I think) by the time I stumbled onto the scene, so it took me a while to figure out I had brothers and sisters.
The good (?) news is that Geoff, like 3/4 of the Woodward kids, calls the L.A. area home, so I'll have no problem making it to the services and being with the family. Yet another Depressing Woodward Family Reunion.
Here's what I want to figure out. Can we please stop killing off my immediate family members within a week of finals? At this rate, there won't be anyone left to watch me graduate. I don't even want to think about what wrath the bar exam will unleash.
From now on, you must all spend the last two weeks of April and the first two weeks of December in the hospital. It's for your own good, people.