"You just don't get it. And you won't."
It's true, though. You find yourself trying to explain situations to those you love who aren't in law school, and without the ability to convey the intricacies and subtleties that go along with your daily interactions that takes them from normal to crazy in an instant, no one can fully understand the gravity of it all.
Law school is this unique place where best friends would sooner throw one another into a Colosseum full of lions that haven't eaten in a couple weeks than see the other get one GPA point higher.
People are shockingly childish. Especially at smaller law schools.
There is no such thing as an underachiever. Trust me, they were weeded out first semester. And the rest will be this semester.
Everyone is struggling to be defined.
I don't know. Maybe it'll all calm down after our first year. Maybe we're all kind of trying to figure this all out and we're just throwing spaghetti at a wall just to see what will stick.
Nothing can prepare you for a place like this. It's like intellectual bootcamp, but for immature egoists who need their self-esteem stroked in order to stay afloat.
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