Sad
Tonight as I drove home, the stoplights changed from red and green to blinking yellow. It happened at 12:02. I had just been thinking melancholy thoughts about how my life is nothing but saying good-bye to people. Sure, this round of good-byes is only temporary, we'll all be back here in roughly three months, about to jump into a third semester of law school. But I only said good-bye to the St. Louis contingent 8 months ago, and now they are so scattered I can't actually go back. I tried to cheer myself up with the thoughts of how much fun it is when I finally get to travel and see my friends who live all across the country and how I am still friends with them even though we've been apart for months, or in some cases, years by now. I hope the same will happen with these friends. But they feel very temporary. We all know where we want to be after law school, and none of those places is Ann Arbor, Michigan. However, they are cool places to visit: New York, D.C., L.A., some place in Florida... the list goes on. I guess I'll just have to spend my money on plane tickets and cell phone minutes...
You may have noticed a lack of celebratory blog entries once I finally finished exams (the property exam was murder). This is because immediately after the drunken revelry of the night, I woke up the next morning and began working on the writing competition for the law review. And I have been working and working and working. It is almost done. I have 5 pages written - the limit is 7. Not only do I have 5 pages though, I have 5 pages that I'm decently happy with. If I don't get on law review, it won't be because I didn't give it my best effort. Wait... is that good or bad?
I'm driving to St. Louis the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow's to-do list looks like this:
Laundry
Packing
Car-washing (I cannot spend 10 hours in a car as dirty as mine currently is)
Writing
Well, that doesn't look like so much to do when I write it down...
You may have noticed a lack of celebratory blog entries once I finally finished exams (the property exam was murder). This is because immediately after the drunken revelry of the night, I woke up the next morning and began working on the writing competition for the law review. And I have been working and working and working. It is almost done. I have 5 pages written - the limit is 7. Not only do I have 5 pages though, I have 5 pages that I'm decently happy with. If I don't get on law review, it won't be because I didn't give it my best effort. Wait... is that good or bad?
I'm driving to St. Louis the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow's to-do list looks like this:
Laundry
Packing
Car-washing (I cannot spend 10 hours in a car as dirty as mine currently is)
Writing
Well, that doesn't look like so much to do when I write it down...