Yes, I am alive. I'm excited at the prospect of possible new readers to this glorified electronic diary. haha, yeah I did just call this a diary. However, to save face and erase the possible thoughts of being called metro-whatever you want to call it. I'll call this my blog-ish journal of sharing.
Moving along, I survived my first official law school exam. I'm at lost of words as to how to describe the experience but I will say the relief was equivalent to "surviving" the LSATs. I felt I was more prepared for this midterm exam than I was for that "indicator of law school preparedness" test. Ugh, that was a horrible experience that I'm glad I will no longer have to deal with.
This midterm exam was somewhat stressful but I felt enough confidence to get through it and had to keep in mind the big picture of why we take these tests in order to ease the stress level influenced into me by my fellow classmates. Big pictures. They keep you grounded and far from being caught up in the little details that cause you to pull your hair out and lose sleep over.
Why am I at law school? To learn to think like an attorney and to identify "legally significant" facts... not to specifically learn just the law or to remove years from my estimated life span due to high levels of stress. No thank you, I can get that from watching law and order or my choice of reality tv shows that pollute the television waves.
My state of mind requires me to say that I love law school. Not so much the amount of reading and work load necessary, but my professors are great, the subjects are interesting (for the most part), the discussions are intriguing and engaging, and naturally, my classmates are amazing.
I've ventured out of my shell and engaged with my classmates. I'm blown away at their personalities, such diversity of backgrounds and opinions makes it all the more interesting. For a lack of a better description, they're cool peeps. ha.
I thought when I finished undergrad, I had all the lifelong friends I needed. Never would I have though law school would provide the potential for more. I was expecting a cut-throat environment that required me to be a asshole at times. I am fortunate to be in an environment that breeds success. The comradery, the genuine politeness and respect, at least with my section, makes this experience that more enjoyable and memorable.
I will make it a point to make these acquaintances, more than just that, I hope to pursue friendships. Of course, I see this as more likely than not due to the fact that we are spending the whole year together. Five days a week for a total of 28 weeks and possibly more. If we aren't friends by then, the only reason must mean I don't like you or vice versa, then that's just unfortunate. Don't worry, its very difficult for someone to become one I don't like, or possibly hate.
I think I've started some good friendships, I had a great Thursday this past week. I rank it so far as the top of my law school experience. Officially started my law school career with my first test, spent lunchtime with a good group of people from my section, played a quick 9 holes with a couple of buddies from the same section, and then spent dinner into the morning with some more people from my section. As if we didn't spend enough time together already, at school. It's nice to meet and talk to people outside of that school setting, you learn a lot more that way about them and what they're all about. So far, I like what I've been presented with.
Side note: I realized my title says Potholes o'plenty. This is mentioned because Thursday night, as I was skateboarding back to my place, I was gazing at the new building which will house the school come January, a pothole wanted to say Hello to me and was like a jealous girlfriend. She wanted attention so she made herself known. Her attention was granted, I lost the skateboard and had my first attempt at flying. I tried to do the "flying squirrel" but failed miserably. Mr. Concrete said hello as well last night. He was a little nicer. He said I should attend to the bruise that was on my knee... thanks Ms. Pothole and Mr. Concrete. You completed my night.
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