There's no time to catch up on the blog like the night before one's first law school exam, is there? Lordy, I'm looking at the schedule they gave us during orientation in mid-August -- nicely coded with highlighter, of course -- and the colours look sadly faded. The Civil Procedure green faded from lime to seafoam; the Lawyering yellow from zesty lemon to watery chamomile. The Torts pink is still the same, though -- which makes me wonder what they put into that 40th anniversary Hi-Liter.
Yes, I'm rambling. It's nerves. I don't think I've ever slept so badly, or knew that muscles could get bunched so tight (around the neck area, mostly) from studying in a seminar room. This feels like first year -- when I woke up at 5 A.M. the morning of my first term physics final because I was so stressed I set my alarm wrong, or in second term when Marisa and I camped out in Hennings for 3 days straight and endeared ourselves forever to Halpern. Only this time it's going to last for more than 3 days, even though I don't objectively think the material is that much harder; at times it really does just seem like stressing out is the thing to do.
Darn, I'm such a follower!
Broke from the crowd tonight, though. Refused to give into the last-minute cram bug, came home, did laundry and cleaned house. (Sure sign that this girl's jittery, btw.) I can't believe it's December. I can't believe I'm in New York. I can't believe the next time I go home after Christmas will probably be the Christmas after that. How did I get here?
This is not to say I don't love this, though. I really do. It's just ... scary sometimes. And though I'm getting lots of goodwill by giving neck massages for the study buddies, you just can't give neck massages to yourself.
Yes, I'm rambling. It's nerves. I don't think I've ever slept so badly, or knew that muscles could get bunched so tight (around the neck area, mostly) from studying in a seminar room. This feels like first year -- when I woke up at 5 A.M. the morning of my first term physics final because I was so stressed I set my alarm wrong, or in second term when Marisa and I camped out in Hennings for 3 days straight and endeared ourselves forever to Halpern. Only this time it's going to last for more than 3 days, even though I don't objectively think the material is that much harder; at times it really does just seem like stressing out is the thing to do.
Darn, I'm such a follower!
Broke from the crowd tonight, though. Refused to give into the last-minute cram bug, came home, did laundry and cleaned house. (Sure sign that this girl's jittery, btw.) I can't believe it's December. I can't believe I'm in New York. I can't believe the next time I go home after Christmas will probably be the Christmas after that. How did I get here?
This is not to say I don't love this, though. I really do. It's just ... scary sometimes. And though I'm getting lots of goodwill by giving neck massages for the study buddies, you just can't give neck massages to yourself.
