On Thursday at 7:50 p.m. I stepped out of my last law school class. Ever. Granted, I still have four exams to take and a 30 page paper to finish, but I never, ever have to sit through a law class again. It’s a weird feeling. I’m trying to study for Evidence and Remedies but the sun outside is calling me–the weather and senioritis, those two things are conspiring against me! I’m really glad I don’t have to take any more law school exams once this is all over, but the fear of the unknown is frightening. After I take the bar, I really don’t know what I’m going to do. We’re probably moving unless the top tier school comes back and tells G. yes. But at this point, the plan is to move at the end of July. I hope I have a job by then. Or they take me off the wait list. I’m the planner. I always have a plan. But at this point, after July 26, my future is a blank slate. I need a plan! It’s driving me crazy. I need a schedule. If I don’t have one, I’ll wake up late every day and spend the afternoon killing my brain cells with TiVo. I need a plan!