Last night a classmate and I went to dinner downtown. He insisted on bringing a printout of an outline for our Legal Methods class, which has its exam on Friday, and we walked through Central Park discussing respondeat superior. I made him put it away at the restaurant, but he took it back out on the way home.
On the subway, as he rattled off case names and fact situations, and I answered with the relevant holdings and doctrines, I noticed two men sitting nearby smiling at us. As they were getting off at 96th St., they asked, "Are you guys 1Ls?" We admitted that we were. "Don't worry about it, you'll be fine, and no one works that hard second and third year."
"Thanks," we replied, and went back to studying.