Aaaaand check!

Property final = done. As done as Martha Stewart's turkey on thanksgiving. As done as Richard Nixon stepping onto the helicopter. As done as... Ok, I ran out of analogies, but I think you get the idea. I'm FINISHED with the most intensive and difficult course I have ever taken (with the possible, slight exception of Animal Behavior Ecology and that is a relative not an objective comparison).

Now I just have to learn torts again, then contracts. I can taste the freedom, my friends, and it tastes like sugar. Like hot chocolate with marshmallows. Like pure, unadulterated happy. I hear bells, pealing in the distance. I feel a breeze (might be the leaky windows). I smell honeysuckle. I see RAINBOWS.

(Disclaimer: I have not been drinking, smoking, or doing anything mind-altering; this is pure law school mania, my friends, better than any drug {not that I would know - seriously})