Over coffee this morning, I was telling my husband how excited I am that in four weeks I will no longer be a first year law student. I have been planning for years to go to law school and most of those years of worry, preparation and anticipation were focused on getting through my first year. I heard (correctly) that it is the hardest year of school (bingo!) and maybe even the hardest year of your life (bingo again!)
But this term I have prepared better than last: I kept up with my notes, I went over the day's materials each evening, I did practice exams. Maybe I won't get the grades I desire but I sure cannot be angry at myself for not trying. I gave it my all.
As I type this, I am looking out my second floor bedroom windows onto the walkway below. I love living on campus, being surrounded by coffee shops, other students, trees that are just starting to sproud leaves. It is all so conducive to study, so peaceful and purposeful.
We get to live here another two years. Two more years in a place we could never, ever afford if I weren't in school. Our campus is a bit different than most as it was built on "borrowed" Aboriginal native land right at the time when Vancouver was just starting to build up into a slightly larger city (1920s-30s). It is built on the mouth of the Pacific Ocean, surrounded on each side by snow-capped mountains. It is so beautiful here that millionaires and other rich folk have negotiated with the university to build high rise condos amoung the faculty buildings. One is being built about twenty yards from our law school, unfortunately, and is nowhere near completion.
In the winter of 2010, the Olympics are hosting some events just a few yards up from our place and we are contemplating volunteering for those (I heard you get a niffy Olympics polo if you help out).
Once I graduate, we are thinking of moving to the North Shore but that's still a few years away.
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