Current Mood: Blah
Song Quote of the Day:
"Yea life throws you curves
But you learn to swerve
Me I swung and I missed and the next thing you know
I'm reminiscing dreaming old dreams
Wishing old wishes
Like you would be back again"
-Rascal Flats
Today is both a very happy and yet depressing day. Classes finally came to an end, but now three weeks of studying hell begin. Fortunately I can put the studying off a little but until tomorrow because this afternoon a bunch of us are going to Monty's in Coconut Grove for happy hour on the bay. Drinks such as "Pain Relievers" and "Mind Erasers", along with oysters, crab legs, shrimp, and stone crabs should make for one more relaxing afternoon before all hell breaks lose tomorrow. Because by tomorrow afternoon every single person in law school will be acting like a raving lunatic that is one step away from completely going over the proverbial edge and jumping off of the library roof. Normal people are brought to their knees by stress, and those law school "gunners" inch closer to that edge from which there is no coming back. Needless to say exam time in law school is the worst experience that you can go through, atleast for me. Being holed up on in a library for 10-plus ours a day, surrounded by mounds of paperwork, until your eyes stop moving and you are forced to read the same sentence five or six times, makes you question your reslove and ask yourself, "is it worth it?" For me the answer to that question is a resounding "no". Yet you still push yourself because you don't want to fail. You don't want to let your parents and those that really care about you down. They've been there for you and have helped you get to where you are at so this is just as much for them as it is for you. Unfortunately the more time that I spend in law school the less and less I want to be a lawyer. If the people that I go to class with everyday are the people that I'm going to be working with for the rest of my life then I say "screw you" to the legal profession. Luckily the field that I want to work in, sports law, isn't emblematic of the typical law school die hards that comprise 90% of my class. The goal of one day having a prominent position for a major sports franchise is what keeps me going through this period, even if I couldn't care less about easements, the 4th amendment, or the free movement of goods and services in Europe. So hopefully the next three weeks will go by quickly, with at least a modicum of success. There is a bright line at the end of the tunnel, even if it is barely visible to me right now. In three weeks I wont have to worry about law school anymore and will be able to enjoy a summer back home with my friends, going to the Outerbanks to vist Joe, country concerts with Dena, sotfball with Kevin and Geoff, Nats games with Jad, and the usaul awesome drunken times with Ian when he comes back from Spain (even if I do have to pick him up from the airport in NYC). Until then it's study, study, study......
Comments