Heartbreak Hill

Today I had a double session of BarBri. That means I spent a glorious spring day inside a darkened classroom from nine-thirty in the morning to five-thirty in the afternoon. Around three-thirty, I declared to my friends that we were on the Heartbreak Hill of our marathon bar review session.

I spoke to soon. I am about to watch another forty-five minutes' worth of video on my own computer. Three-thirty was probably the Wellesley tunnel, not the Newton hills.

At least I'm not in a darkened classroom any more.