11th hour

I knew those 33 cent Hannukah stamps from 1998 would come in handy. I slapped two of them onto the envelope hastily scrawled the IRS California filer address on the front and hopped in the car. At 11:22 pm I handed my return to the postal worker stuck with til-midnight curbside delivery duty.

This has been something of a ritual with me for many years. Occasionally I e-file, but there is something so satisfying about handing my envelope off to a smiling (yes!) person garbed in a safety vest and postal blue.

Attorneys are an eleventh hour bunch, so I know I'll fit right in. Speaking of 11th hour. I won't be graduating quite on time. Something about an academic paper that still needs to be written. I will be participating in commencement though, so that's a good thing. That was my chief worry.

I just need a transcript that says I passed law school available by mid-June. I think I can manage that, now I just need to convince a supervising professor.