Heading Into The Third Week

Well, I've faced my first real wave of professional disappointment. My niece's birthday is at the end of September and I was going to leave on a Thursday night so I could make it to a dinner with my family on Friday. Except, I have an interview that Friday morning. Which is awesome, I mean, it's an interview for a real job for after graduation. Which is fantastic- I'm extremely excited/nervous. But I'll have to miss the dinner. It's ok, I'll still make it to her actual party on Saturday, but it would have been nice to hang out with just the family. Ah well, I can't complain. I got chosen for an interview which is awesome!

The apartment is set up and looking great. Being on the third floor does wonders for my glutes, but hauling the groceries and taking the dog out a few times a day really sucks :) I need the exercise!

Speaking of which, I've started getting up early, eating better, and actually working out. It's done wonders- my mood has improved, I've been super productive, and my classes seem to be going smoothly.

However,the integration back into Drake has been a challenge of sorts. I feel like an outsider- I've missed out on a lot of opportunities and it's difficult to get back into the social swing of things. But hey, I'm here to focus on school, right?

I miss my friends back home, though. I'm so grateful I was able to see so many before I left. It was humbling to see how many people made time for me at such short notice. I felt seriously loved <3 And when I moved in, ten people showed up to help. I was overwhelmed with the outpouring of support. I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

Anyways, I know this post is boring, but it's just an update. Hopefully I have a lot more (interesting) things to say later. I'm starting to consider Barrister's Ball- hopefully I can find someone to "hang with" there, there's nothing more awkward than being alone, slightly tipsy while in a formal dress. Eeeps.

Until next time <3

Can't Fight The Villain

Ah, the tempestuous mistress that is law school has consumed me. I'm at my carrel, enjoying my very own light and space by the window (!!!) and realizing that 1L me would have been way more excited. Don't get me wrong, there's something appealing about having one's own space; but this year is different. At some point, I drank the Kool-Aid.

I'm tired, I'm jaded, and I'm panicking about the impending monster that is the "real world." I'm looking around at my peers- presidents of this club and that, elected student government officials, law review aficionados, and all I can do is melt into a pool of complete self-doubt. When I think about myself in the "satellite sense," I feel like I'm just as qualified as the rest of them- my grades are pretty good, I'm involved in multiple groups, etc. etc. etc. but law school has this....special way of making you think of yourself comparatively- you'll never measure up.

Oh well. I should really start some homework. I think I blacked out for a year- I vaguely remember going to a different law school and being extremely underwhelmed the entire time. But hey, I'm back, and I'm ready to party.

Bring it on, 3L year.