A Heartfelt F* You to the NCBEX

First of all, for those of you, who I presume to be in the vast majority, who scratched their head this afternoon thinking "just what the f* is Dumpor's Rule and why the f* didn't anyone tell me about it," here it is:

Rule in Dumpor's case: Where LL agrees to one assignment, he is held to have agreed to subsequent assignments unless he specifically reserves his right to forbid them. (Does not apply to subleases; is abolished in most jurisdictions.)

So yes, that is something we learned about, it's just that they're calling it something we've never heard of before. That's totally fair. It's like potayto/potahto, or first degree murder of the NCBEX and their families/justifiable homicide.

Second, why is it that nobody told me that there was a 7th category of questions, namely on Civ Pro, on this dirty bitch? Why did BarBri never say "gosh guys, you should really buckle down and learn what it means to move for directed verdict/summary judgment/dismissal, because they're going to ask you 5-10 questions that requires you to know that stuff."

And don't tell me I should have learned that for the essays. I know I should have, but I didn't.

And finally, thank you so much to the MBTA, which knew that I was going to be in a delicate state of mind this afternoon and went out of its way not to shock me with efficiency. Thank you for making sure there were no Silver line buses for the longest time, then three all together, two of which were completely empty. Thank you for the festive smell in the dank underground tunnel between the Red and Orange lines at Downtown Crossing. And in particular, thank you for allowing me to squeeze myself onto a preposterously overcrowded Orange line train towards home, then stopping one stop before my stop and announcing that the train was going express to the end of the line. My favorite part was that almost literally every single person on the train got off, because no one ever goes to the end of the line. There was like, one guy left on the car I got out of and I think he was either passed out drunk or dead. But never fear, you had a fully packed train right behind it for us to elbow and claw our way onto (sorry to that family of four I knocked under the train) to go one more stop. Because we were all just going one more stop.