Well, that was anti-climactic.
I finished writing my last sundry thoughts on Rule 23(b)(3) class actions, gave my blue books over to the Dean who was proctoring the exam, and walked out of law school. It didn't really feel any different than any other day has over the past three years. I treated myself to some Chinese carry-out, mowed the lawn, enjoyed a few beers and domino games with AC, and put myself to bed by 11:30. Now I'm back at the office, reviewing discovery documents and it's just another Wednesday. Obla-dee obla-da, life really does go on.