So, I’ve always known law school was going to be a hellish three years.. with an emphasis on the horribleness of the first year. “I’m ready!” I told myself. “Yes, I’ve been slacking off but still making awesome grades for four years, but now, now I’m ready to buckle down.”
And I am. Except… now it’s close. Seven weeks until orientation. Seven weeks until I have to seriously start.. cringe.. studying. I’m used to the Socratic method, but I’m having all these Scott Turow-induced nightmares.
It seems.. real? I suppose before it seemed like a nice thing to tell your parents’ friends, a nice way to introduce yourself. “Hi, I’m C., and I’m heading to law school, emphasis on criminal appeals and the death penalty. Chin-chin!” But now I’m.. actually heading to law school, theoretically to study with an emphasis on crim appeals and the death penalty. I bought a suit for moot court, and now I’ll actually have to.. wear it.
Reality. I only like it on television.