I walked fifty blocks from 50th Street home along Broadway this afternoon, and that was enough to make me decide to take a break from the city for at least one Friday night. My lungs hurt! Beyond that, though, it's the number of people that are here; I tried to put in my hour of girlie shopping for the week at Macy's, seeing as there's no sales tax this week -- the one place on Earth where they celebrate back-to-school appropriately -- but fitting room lineups of 40 people and Daphne with a backpack made it a fairly unpleasant experience.
That's not to say the week hasn't had its positives, too; the roomie managed to coerce me into helping her throw a floor party last night, which got the requisite numbers of foreign students and 1Ls into our apartment, with 4 tubs of ice cream as our creamy offering. It made for a pretty stressful morning when I got up late and had to power through 4 contracts cases, but we have enough ice cream left in the fridge and goodwill spread around the floor to smooth most of that over in my mind.
Speaking of ice cream, I am once again eating ungodly amounts. I really should stop, because I'm fond of that suit I just bought and would like to actually one day wear it to an interview.
I don't think I'm cut out to be an urbanite, though. I've made some friends here -- or acquaintances, at least -- who are nice, decent people with good intentions and a grounded outlook, but no one yet I feel that I can be unguarded around. The roomie's on a perpetual project to get herself a boyfriend, and it's spilled over into a mini-project to get me one too. It gets a bit irksome when she calls me into her room several times a day to render judgment on any number of prospective law students or dubious celebrities, and not really helping my goal of finding a comfy social situation! I've been doing quite a bit of Manhattan foot-exploration, actually; it gets me out of the house and away from people.
The final, and perhaps most surprising, thing is that I haven't yet sunk into asking myself why the heck I'm here. The material and work are more interesting than anything I studied in undergrad. I don't think anyone who hasn't been confronted with the law through a casebook understands how uncertain it is; how nothing is ever, ever, ever the perfect answer, or the absolute right thing to do.
Electronic hugs all 'round, mostly because I'm a little lacking in the real kind right now.
That's not to say the week hasn't had its positives, too; the roomie managed to coerce me into helping her throw a floor party last night, which got the requisite numbers of foreign students and 1Ls into our apartment, with 4 tubs of ice cream as our creamy offering. It made for a pretty stressful morning when I got up late and had to power through 4 contracts cases, but we have enough ice cream left in the fridge and goodwill spread around the floor to smooth most of that over in my mind.
Speaking of ice cream, I am once again eating ungodly amounts. I really should stop, because I'm fond of that suit I just bought and would like to actually one day wear it to an interview.
I don't think I'm cut out to be an urbanite, though. I've made some friends here -- or acquaintances, at least -- who are nice, decent people with good intentions and a grounded outlook, but no one yet I feel that I can be unguarded around. The roomie's on a perpetual project to get herself a boyfriend, and it's spilled over into a mini-project to get me one too. It gets a bit irksome when she calls me into her room several times a day to render judgment on any number of prospective law students or dubious celebrities, and not really helping my goal of finding a comfy social situation! I've been doing quite a bit of Manhattan foot-exploration, actually; it gets me out of the house and away from people.
The final, and perhaps most surprising, thing is that I haven't yet sunk into asking myself why the heck I'm here. The material and work are more interesting than anything I studied in undergrad. I don't think anyone who hasn't been confronted with the law through a casebook understands how uncertain it is; how nothing is ever, ever, ever the perfect answer, or the absolute right thing to do.
Electronic hugs all 'round, mostly because I'm a little lacking in the real kind right now.
