Love Me Dead

Here is our law school.













Watching the demolition of what I now refer to as "the old law school" this morning was extremely therapeutic. Seeing those bulldozers rip through massive slabs of grey concrete reminded me that the days of walking through those depressing hallways were over forever. What felt a million miles away, the end of my days at law school, felt so close this morning as I contemplated the destruction of the law building.


I remember this particular moment at the beginning of first year when I wished I could project myself into the body of an out-going third year law student so that I could be excited about graduating. I instinctively knew that, by the time I got to third year myself, I would be so mentally & physically exhausted with school that my excitement over getting my degree would be minimal. Perusing my blog entries over the past few months, I was right. My energy has been drained. I am ready for a new challenge. I am ready to begin a new chapter in my life.


And yet, law school has provided me with a thousand gifts: greater curiosity and empathy, greater knowledge of how the world really works, greater confidence in myself & my professional abilities. I am so, so glad I came to law school. I knew it would change me but I didn't imagine it would make me better. Fiat Justicia Ruat Caelum*, indeed.


*Fiat justitia ruat caelum is a Latin legal phrase, translating to "Let justice be done though the heavens fall." The maxim signifies the belief that justice must be realized regardless of consequences & was carved into the front entrance of the old law school.