Uncle?

At what point do you say Uncle?  Work, school, study, housework, family, relationships.  Everything wants a piece of me.  Sounds like I’m whining and I don’t mean to be.  After all, I chose this, with full knowledge of what it would mean-or at least as full as I could know before actually doing it.  I can’t complain to anyone else, most of them think I’m crazy for attempting it.  Which I am.  Crazy.  But that was established long ago.

Mid terms loom and we are all madly trying to find more time in the day, better ways to study and retain the black letter law, take practice exams so we are ready for the real thing, and alternately thinking we are doing ok or sure to fail miserably. 

I’m pretty sure we’re being set up to fail by our Torts professor, who is entertaining and funny and knows the law but has waited until now to schedule 2 make up classes, and will of course show no pity in testing on all this last minute stuff.  Cognizant that we were in a hole in that class, I have been reading ahead and am close to finishing all the reading for the semester.  However, if I waited and read in line with the classes, I’d be in trouble now.  Also he gives us no ideas about the exam, nor does he give us solid black letter law definitions or elements cleanly laid out.  So we have no idea what to expect.  Well, we have an idea, there are a lot of sample tests out there.  But each professor has peculiarities and hot buttons, and I want to do more than pass-although that alone is a worthy goal- and so I want to know what he expects and wants.