Good luck, everyone. I had my last final of my first semester today – Property. And I didn’t have the dream where I slept through my final; instead, I had the dream where I woke up at 8:30 and the exam started at 9:00 AM. And I’m a half hour drive from school. Except, um, it wasn’t a dream. It was this morning, actual world.
20 years for me. Yup, still have it.
Heh.
Pretty much inevitable, even if I had stayed quiet.
Leonard v. Pepsico? Damn whippersnapper. I remember when all we had was Carlill v. Carbolic Smoke Ball Co., and were were damn glad to have that.
Geez!! I thought I was the only one. I’m not sure if I’m comforted or horrified by learning this. I thought they would go away once I got my life together. Evidently not. Sigh.
I have this dream at least once every 6 months. Lately it’s been the class that I was originally signed up, but transferred out of, only to find out the transfer never took and I had an exam in a couple of hours and no idea where to find the textbook. Law school was fun.
No, but a member of my study group had a dream in which some celebrity, (I forget who, but a famous ditz along the lines of Paris Hilton) was dressed as a judge and lecturing him on Contracts. And when he woke up he was like, “damn that was a good review.” LOL.
Believe it or not, the (in)famous Smoke Ball earned only a passing mention in some other case (Lefkowitz, maybe? It doesn’t seem appropriate, but who knows) and some elaboration by our mildly batty prof. It’s probably just as well–I’m allergic to the English cases. Wagon Mound, Hadley v. Baxendale, the mule case on last clear chance, the flooding mineshaft strict liability case–they could all be collected in a book on how not to do legal writing, so far as I’m concerned.