I almost forgot how much I hate Starbucks coffee. With a three-hour layover, I camped out at the very centrally located Dunkin Donuts in Terminal 3 and finally took the time to think about why Chicago O’Hare is one of my favorite places in our little corner of the world. Maybe my perception is a bit skewed since, for the first time in recent memory, I do not have to read a casebook or work on a write-on packet at the gate. Us Weekly, how I’ve missed you…but it’s so difficult to focus on Jamie Lynn’s baby shower when there are such ample opportunities for people watching…Not the usual fashion police duties (so unfair in an airport), but other activities like “Guess the Regional Accent” or “Make Friends with Boys in Army Camo.” Fill the last hour with a few paces down the concourse for exercise, until you smell Cinnabon and then promptly 180 (bikini season!). Here’s to you O’Hare, where the restrooms are a little cleaner and the recorded voice on the intercom is a little bit peppier. It’s been real.

And to the 3Ls: congrats on graduation. Here’s hoping you’re done with academia…but not with the Field House. To the rising 3Ls: congrats on making it this far. It will be fun to actually go to Law Night again. And to the new 2Ls: good luck with write-on! And fair winds and following seas for 2L year in general. She’s a cruel mistress. To everyone: safe travels this summer, wherever they take you.