In the Thick of Things

Back to November 2004

 
 
 

 
 
 

I walk through my front door, light fading, having arrived home after an afternoon examination. The contracts exam went quite well, I suppose. I covered the major issues, finished with a good minute or two to spare, and — although I went far out on a limb in respect of a few conclusions of law — am confident that the analysis is, in large part, reasonable and correct.