I was thankful for my labor day weekend because I was able to spend a little more time enjoying life and being with my boyfriend (and watching UT beat Arkansas State).
But, after two weeks of law school, I have had some time to get into a routine and figure out exactly what it is I'm doing and what I'm getting myself into.
I was talking to one of my classmates this morning before Torts class and ended up asking her if she wanted to be my study buddy. I made a promise to myself this weekend that I would find someone to talk to about class lectures and materials so that I know I'm not totally in the dark on some of this stuff. In the midst of our conversation, I said that since I was "this tall" (meaning very young), I have been told that the first year of law school is, in the words of my father, "the worst year of your life." I've been told this for as long as I can remember because both my parents are lawyers. Now, to this, she said, "Wow, I'm surprised to see you here. I'd think that after knowing what it's like, most people wouldn't want to go through this kind of hell."
I agreed, but I told her that something about the prospect of law school (and the fact that I enjoy learning and being challenged) really intrigues me. Something about the demand the occupation puts on you, the fact that it will rarely (if ever) ask me to sit idly at my desk for an extended amount of time (which, from my experience last year, I learned that I really don't like at all), and the excitement that the law is always changing, which means that I will always be learning something new.
Law school is extremely demanding -- I won't deny that. I'm taking 14 hours, with three core courses (torts, civil procedure, and contracts) and a legal writing class. The writing hasn't started yet and I'm already spending my days reading, outlining, and briefing -- I can only imagine how busy I will be when the writing and researching does start. But you know what? Bring it on because, like my Mom always tells us, "you gotta start in order to finish."
Now, back to work on civil procedure. Dad tells me to bring a pillow and a bottle of wine to class. I don't have either, so I'm better off arming myself with knowledge of Rules 11 and 15 of Civil Procedure. :)
Oh, and here's my favorite picture from the weekend (which I spent in Austin): HOOK 'EM!