The first week of classes has ended and it's been a blur of activity. I met the new Goyes who left me both proud of the strength and integrity to come and also scared s**tless (see: the new first year guys wanting the new first year girls to pose in arrest positions--in tank tops.)
Second year is a whole new game. It is onee I am not completly comfortable with. My classes assign twice as much reading (100 pages per class as opposed to 40), I have many writing assignments and 5 major conferences to organize/put together outside of schoolwork. I am not in my comfort zone of first year year long scheduling. I wonder how I can handle my new and varied obligations and succeed.
Second year of law school is something I never prepared for. I read about/thought about/philosophied about my first year for a long time before I became a law student. With each exam, each paper of my undergrad I told myself, "This brings me one step closer to law school." But I never consoled myself regarding anthing concering second year. It is its own banana.
So, here I am. In the middle. The middle of school, the middle of deciding what I will do and how I will get there, the middle of my GPA averagel, the middle of hither and yon. In every way, in the middle. It feels awkward and unplanned. It is like new skin once you take off a three-day-old bandage. This year feels unexposed and unprepared to face the elements that await me.
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