I woke up this morning feeling like I’d swallowed a frog. My nose was runny, and in short, I was quite miserable. What a great way to start the second day of classes! Not…
After many a Listerine rinses and some DayQuil, I mustered up the strength to blow my nose and stop snoozing my several alarms.
I spent a good twenty minutes this morning convincing myself that law school is not for me. I should drop out and lead a happier life, rather than worrying about having to go to class and hide my sniffles…because the attendance policy in law school is basically miss a day and you might as well drop out before they kick you out. I get it, goodness forbid we miss a class and have to YouTube Civil Procedure on our own, (which we do anyway right before finals).
So while I down liquid Advil and the like like water, I decided to count how many days until I could potentially graduate from law school. The end result was something like 89 weeks, which shakes out to about 626 days…or 1 year, 8 months, 17 days. When you put it that way, less than two years away from what many would call a prestigious degree.
Just seeing this number made me realize that it’s less than 1,000 days away. It’ll be at nearly 500 by Christmas (that’s a ballpark estimate, I’m terrible at math). Maybe sometimes we need to take a ballpark overview at things in order to realize that they’re manageable. Today, that was being able to get out of bed, start my morning, and realize that I could repeat this process for another 600ish days.
I haven’t decided if I’m going to take the Bar yet…do I even need to? But that debate will be left for another snotty morning. Right now I’m content in my decision that I will tough it out for this week, and if that goes well, stick through the semester.
Until Soon,
kissed.with.a.quip.
