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.
