Or so rumor has it, right? Of course this post would come to me at almost 1 in the morning on a holiday weekend where I should be sleeping in and not reading about trademarks and patents. Ah well, this is actually the first time I’ve really sat down with my books since classes started two weeks ago to really delve into the materials.
That being said, tonight, and actually the last several nights, I’ve noticed I don’t feel this overwhelming sense of feeling lost. Even though I’m taking seven classes and working about 10-20 hours a week, I still have found time to dabble in things I enjoy, like waking up at 5am to order a Disney castle made of Legos. Maybe it’s the classes I’m taking, maybe it’s a refreshed perspective from being away for a year…I’m not sure. What I do know is that I’m determined to succeed this time around.
That’s not to say leaving law school this time last year was a failure, but it was a major, unexpected departure I didn’t think I’d be able to metaphorically pull the trigger on. Once I signed the paperwork, it was almost like mourning the loss of something…and it took almost the whole year to reconcile it.
I spent a lot of time going back and forth and convincing myself that I could still drop out at anytime. As it stands now, I have no plans to revisit that type of thinking. I’m going to power through the next two years. After that, who knows? More degrees…maybe…but for right now I want to get through school and then maybe plan a wedding with the guy who has been through hell and back with me.
We’ve had so many challenges over the last few years, the least of which was definitely not law school. My choice to go threw a huge monkey wrench into “normalcy,” as law school is anything but normal. The people are, for the most part, very eccentric and highly stressed out. The expectations are astronomical, and the workload isn’t that palatable. Nevertheless, I survived 1L with him still there after my last final…and I can only hope we make it through another four rounds of finals until graduation. The Bar is a completely other matter…right now I just want to get through law school.
Two weeks down, thirteen more to go? I’ve got about two months until my 25th birthday…and I feel like I should do something special with some friends…but I’ve yet to actually sit down and do that…maybe next weekend…
Anywhoo, I just thought I’d hop on and rattle away that tonight, law school isn’t the smothering, overwhelming bear of a challenge it normally has been these last few years. Instead, it’s a gradual beast that I think I can learn to tame with time and patience.
On that note, it’s time for bed.
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I'm a 25 year old law and business student living with a chronic health condition. Follow along on my shenanigans.