3L
I handed in my last final on Friday. The lag between the handing in and the blogging is due to the fact that I needed a few days to . . . reflect, I guess. Also, I apparently got massively drunk last night. I say "apparently" because I really don't remember being very drunk. Perhaps that's more of an indication of how ridiculously drunk I was, though.
So, now only one year stands between me and my J.D. Unbelievable, really. It seems like very recently that my friends and I were driving across the country, heading to a state I had never been to, driving through some of the shittiest parts of America (read: New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma). It seems very recently that those same friends and I moved me into my apartment. It seems like no time at all has passed since the first day of classes of my first year.
There's an old saying about law school: First year, they scare you to death, second year, they work you to death, and third year they bore you to death. There was definitely a fair amount of umitigated fear that first year. Law school's different from other school somehow. I can't really put my finger on it, but it just is. And there's not just school. My personality is such that I am a polarizing figure: there are very few people who have a neutral opinion of me. During my first year, that came to the fore and I was certain that law school would enatail a great deal of loneliness and misery.
But first year ended, and I made some awesome friends. I remember the end of the first year party at State Street Brats. I also remember being given a shot by the members of the Wisconsin Law Review. It seems like no time has passed since then.
The second year was definitely a lot of work. But also a lot of fun. It's definitely been a great year. I have a large group of awesome friends. I can't really express how awesome my friends are, but they're great. And school itself has become infinitely less scary. Maybe not scary enough: I becamse so complacent this semester that I might not have worked hard enough. But, then, that seems to have been a common affliction.
And there was Law Review, simultaneously a hugely rewarding and incredibly draining experience. But I've loved every minute of it. Certainly, a highlight must have been handing out shots to the 1Ls after their last final. Just . . . crazy circle of life shit.
And tomorrow's my first real day of work at an actual law firm that, from what I've seen so far, is full of awesome people. I'm both excited and terrified.
I remember when law school started. The 3Ls were almost mythical figures. They were never at school or in the library. They all seemed to know so much and walk with so much confidence. They were intimidating figures. And now here I am, a 3L myself. Together with my classmates, we are the Lords of the Law School, Rulers of the Lawbrary. It's really almost hard to believe that in but one year's time I will be a full-fledged adult. I only hope I have a job.
And I hope I am worthy of the title "3L." And I say bring on the boredom.
So, now only one year stands between me and my J.D. Unbelievable, really. It seems like very recently that my friends and I were driving across the country, heading to a state I had never been to, driving through some of the shittiest parts of America (read: New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma). It seems very recently that those same friends and I moved me into my apartment. It seems like no time at all has passed since the first day of classes of my first year.
There's an old saying about law school: First year, they scare you to death, second year, they work you to death, and third year they bore you to death. There was definitely a fair amount of umitigated fear that first year. Law school's different from other school somehow. I can't really put my finger on it, but it just is. And there's not just school. My personality is such that I am a polarizing figure: there are very few people who have a neutral opinion of me. During my first year, that came to the fore and I was certain that law school would enatail a great deal of loneliness and misery.
But first year ended, and I made some awesome friends. I remember the end of the first year party at State Street Brats. I also remember being given a shot by the members of the Wisconsin Law Review. It seems like no time has passed since then.
The second year was definitely a lot of work. But also a lot of fun. It's definitely been a great year. I have a large group of awesome friends. I can't really express how awesome my friends are, but they're great. And school itself has become infinitely less scary. Maybe not scary enough: I becamse so complacent this semester that I might not have worked hard enough. But, then, that seems to have been a common affliction.
And there was Law Review, simultaneously a hugely rewarding and incredibly draining experience. But I've loved every minute of it. Certainly, a highlight must have been handing out shots to the 1Ls after their last final. Just . . . crazy circle of life shit.
And tomorrow's my first real day of work at an actual law firm that, from what I've seen so far, is full of awesome people. I'm both excited and terrified.
I remember when law school started. The 3Ls were almost mythical figures. They were never at school or in the library. They all seemed to know so much and walk with so much confidence. They were intimidating figures. And now here I am, a 3L myself. Together with my classmates, we are the Lords of the Law School, Rulers of the Lawbrary. It's really almost hard to believe that in but one year's time I will be a full-fledged adult. I only hope I have a job.
And I hope I am worthy of the title "3L." And I say bring on the boredom.
It's true that most people's feelings about Andy are not nuetral. Some people love him and some people don't. Even though I'm in the first category, I have no problem with somebody not liking someone that I like, if they have a legitimate reason for their feelings. However, if there is anyone out there who is intimidated by Andy because he expresses his opinion or his sense of humor, I say, stop being jealous because you wish that you had the guts say what you feel too. And for anyone who believes law school rumors, grow up and get to know someone before you believe a rumor. I'm looking forward to a year of hanging out with Andy Martinez and being a 3L. (and hopefully finding a job)
Dude, Law school is only three years long. That is the most unfair thing I've ever heard. I will have been here for five to five and a half years, followed by at least two years of post-doc, though it may actually be four years. That means that to get a respectable docterate, I will probably be here longer than a stay at Hogwarts, except without the ability to apperate. I say "crucio!!!" to you. (And for bonus dork points, tell me who said "I find myself...disappointed" - 2 points; and who told Harry he needed to feel hate to cast an unforgivable curese - 1 point). (If I could, would link to the dork posting, still my favorite post yet.)
I disagree wholeheartedly with everything Nidhi and Elise said. I hate everything about you. I hate your face, your friends, your hat, your socks, your jokes, and your face. I also hate your cat. And if you get any more animals, I'll hate them too, especially if they're your animals. I also hate your bike, your television, your face, your fluffy red hair, your stupid suspenders, your lily white skin, that stupid shirt with the bananas on it, which I think is yours....wait a minute, who are we talking about?
I love desk! I love lamp!
This is off topic, but I never really pay attention to what's going on anyway. Do you think we should all buy your apparel and wear it to the law review orientation? That might be pretty fucking hilarious. And, I like how you call the women's shirt the "women's shirt thingy"...thingy is such a good descriptive term.