Law School for 2011 is of course long over. I'm soon to begin the 2012 year and I feel compelled to blog on it. Not that I've posted anything for months and months, but I started this blog to help myself with the transition so logic dictates I should reflect on how it all went.
After last year, first and foremost, I believe that Law School should come with a big red warning label. The warning would go something like this:
Warning: May cause excessive drowsiness, stress headaches, lower self-esteem, higher standards of dress, the constant mantra of 'P's get degrees', caffeine addiction, tension, anxiety, more social drama than High School could ever aspire to, phenomenal amounts of set reading, words like 'foreseeability' creeping out of your mouth and finally, may cause all your old friends to think you're kind of a douchebag because you use words like 'foreseeability'.
All of this is true. All of this has pretty much sucked. And yet, the only label I'd really put on Law School based on my experience is:
Buckle up, my friend, and brace yourself for the best damn year of your life.
How can that be true? I ask you. How can all of that stuff above be true and yet I have never been happier and never felt so sure that I am exactly where I am supposed to be? I don't know. This is a rhetorical question. All I know is that I have loved pretty much every minute of it. The people I've met are unbelievable. The subject matter (with the exception of Property Law) is fascinating.
And the lifestyle? Don't get me started on rhapsodising about that. Once I had three (platonic) coffee dates in one day. I got to shop in my Thursday breaks. I got to skip class (just once...) to lie in the sunshine by the river with my favourite second year friends. A group of us went to an Art Gallery exhibition in the evening one time, all dressed up and pretentious as could be, and afterwards we went to this fancy bar that served $18 martinis. Thank God for being a teetotaller, am I right?
Bottom line, the lifestyle is fantastic! And after all that I still found time to study enough to get reasonably good grades. After Uni stopped last year I missed it for a month like a constant headache. These holidays are way too long and I've developed quite a serious World of Warcraft addiction in the interim. My Draenai is now level 38. Thirty levels in one year? That doesn't seem so bad I guess. Actually just thinking about it makes me want to play WoW again. Better go do that. Pity, I woke up with such good intentions of spring cleaning the kitchen.
