One week to go until the bar exam. I had a nice conversation with my mother about my attitude and preparation going into the home stretch. I had explained to her that I feel like I am more or less where I should be. I've done what I can do, I'm getting what I should get.
"So," she said "you feel relaxed?"
"You sound like a man about to be sent to the electric chair."
"That's about right, yes. I am ready to die."
The immutable system engenders rot