Today I had my last class of law school, a surprisingly ordinary-feeling class filled with the usual internet browsing and only-half-attention-paying. With fifteen minutes left in class, I shook myself alert and reminded myself that this was likely my last class for credit ever and maybe I’d better pay attention, if only to mark the passing of a milestone.
And at that moment, the fire alarm went off, we all looked around confusedly for a moment, then packed up and filed out of the room.
And just like that, law school was over.
Hey, congratulations!
That’s crazy about the fire alarm. Maybe that means something?