I am for shit when it comes to time management. Case in point: I just decided to bake a quick loaf of banana bread before going to bed. No problem – I breeze through the first steps and it takes me no more than 10 minutes to throw together the batter.
I scroll down on the recipe.
One hour to bake. Nooo! I have to get up in six hours as it is!
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JP has his first Law School Exam tomorrow afternoon. Property. It’s one of the subjects that he really likes, so I suppose it’s as good a one to start with as any. [It's also the class in which adverse possession is taught!]
JP has been holed up in the house since classes ended last week. This evening we popped by a neighbor’s house to sing her Happy Birthday and eat some delicious cake. It was the first time he’s interacted with anyone other than me in a few days and it showed.
Nothing awful – the jokes were off, the comments were perhaps a little weird, oh – and he almost palm-whalloped a friend in the forehead when she went in for the hug because he read it as an incoming high five. Amazing.
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Good luck tomorrow, JP! I am sure you will do great. Just remember: Notorious, hostile, and continuous. Or something.
Those mistaken incoming high fives can be dangerous. He’ll get that timing back once finals are over. Or at least when he’s done taking the bar. Ahem.
Happy banana bread!
Can I recommend if he drinks alcohol to chill out the night before the exam and have a glass of wine or something like that? It worked for me! Classy, advocating alcoholism. Nice one, Andrea.