My sister just finished her last law school final. She graduates in another week and a half at a ceremony at beautiful Loyola Marymount University (notwithstanding the fact that the law campus is a separate location in urban Pico-Union). I'm proud of her! I've watched her grow from a hapless 1L who didn't know how to write into a polished 3L who writes in spare and efficient prose, and who knows just how much to cram for a test so she can ace it and still have time to go out partying afterwards. (She knows how to fit 'having fun' with work about as well as anyone I know.)

However, I asked her if she was excited to be done and she said no. "I have to study again in 3 weeks," she explained, referring to the California Bar.

Of course, she gets to do it while residing in our new place. Her and I are moving out starting this weekend. Living at home has been fun, and convenient, and cost-efficient, but I guess it's time for a change. (I still like the idea of carpooling every day with my dad and/or taking the subway, which I won't be able to do from Baldwin Hills.)

On an interesting and unrelated note, it's been a year to the day of my law school graduation. It's hard to believe it's been that long.