zombie
Woah. What a semester it is. They say that your second year in law school is easier. They ("they" being anyone with an opinion, regardless of whether they've actually gone to law school) are right - and wrong.
It is easy because there are no surprises. Even with all of the construction and renovation and random room closings at Cardozo (my law school of choice), I am not taken aback and keep my bitching to a minimum. The socratic method no longer surprises me either. I am not startled when I hear my name called during my super important game of Spider Solitaire. The amount of reading, for one reason or another, actually seems - dare I say - reasonable. These feels were not present last year when every day seemed to be packed with reasons to cry.
No tears this year.
What has changed, however, is that I am overwhelmed - as always - in a much different way. I am involved. I signed up for clubs and societies at the club fair and I actually participate in them. I attend meetings that aren't offering any free kosher pizza. I am on a law journal and I took a position on it, keeping me fairly busy (Assistant Symposium Editor...hachacha). I am on the SBA (student bar association) and, thus, keep busy making sure the school runs smoothly (not really, but planning bar nights is hard!). All in all, I have less time than I did last year, but work is not my main time filler. Plus, there's the internship at the entertainment law firm (Goz McMichael, LLC). Making movie magic!
It's still overwhelming and it probably always will be. And, no, I am not writing this as an excuse for my ever-tardy post. I am simply a procrastinator at heart. I am writing this for the observation that childhood is fully complete and there's no going back. We will never have time on our hands again. We will always be busy whether it's a heavy workload or a whole other slew of duties. We are growing up and as our ages increase, our time decreases. It's sad. I dont like it. I'm not alone in this.
I feel like every day I struggle to make myself look like less of the zombie I am becoming. Oil of Ole is doing nothing for the bags under my eyes. Each day as I walk through the revolving doors of Cardozo, my main concern is "I hope I look human." Is that a bad thing? Care to comment?
It is easy because there are no surprises. Even with all of the construction and renovation and random room closings at Cardozo (my law school of choice), I am not taken aback and keep my bitching to a minimum. The socratic method no longer surprises me either. I am not startled when I hear my name called during my super important game of Spider Solitaire. The amount of reading, for one reason or another, actually seems - dare I say - reasonable. These feels were not present last year when every day seemed to be packed with reasons to cry.
No tears this year.
What has changed, however, is that I am overwhelmed - as always - in a much different way. I am involved. I signed up for clubs and societies at the club fair and I actually participate in them. I attend meetings that aren't offering any free kosher pizza. I am on a law journal and I took a position on it, keeping me fairly busy (Assistant Symposium Editor...hachacha). I am on the SBA (student bar association) and, thus, keep busy making sure the school runs smoothly (not really, but planning bar nights is hard!). All in all, I have less time than I did last year, but work is not my main time filler. Plus, there's the internship at the entertainment law firm (Goz McMichael, LLC). Making movie magic!
It's still overwhelming and it probably always will be. And, no, I am not writing this as an excuse for my ever-tardy post. I am simply a procrastinator at heart. I am writing this for the observation that childhood is fully complete and there's no going back. We will never have time on our hands again. We will always be busy whether it's a heavy workload or a whole other slew of duties. We are growing up and as our ages increase, our time decreases. It's sad. I dont like it. I'm not alone in this.
I feel like every day I struggle to make myself look like less of the zombie I am becoming. Oil of Ole is doing nothing for the bags under my eyes. Each day as I walk through the revolving doors of Cardozo, my main concern is "I hope I look human." Is that a bad thing? Care to comment?
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