Through Vision, Courage and Love"
I may have the most beautiful spot in the library. Out my window several trees frame my view of the marbled pavilion so that all I can see of the scroll is the phrase "through vision, courage and Love" I can not think of a better way to face my final day of classes in my first year of law school.
My memorial of the past year has been hazy. Except for what us in the biz call a few "hearsay exceptions", I've recorded very little. Now, trying to recapture it, I almost can't. How do I explain how hours of case study went from incomprehensible, to fascinating, to day to day drudgery? How hearing your name called by the professor the first time echoes in your ears. How ending now is bitter sweet.
There are hundreds of novels and prep books that go through the exact contours of the law school experience, and I have to say they are highly representative. I can only stress that it feels unique when you are living it. You never feel like you've become a different person until you just are.
I'm not really different. Actually, I'm remarkably the same. Still, my emotional personality has been sculpted by the experience. Law school is at times journey of frustration, humiliation, and forced mediocrity. You have to take those experiences and begin again with renewed force and the persistent hope that some day you will be good enough, some day this won't be a walk through a foreign land.
So, [and forgive this cliche] when I see through the trees the etched words of "vision", "courage" and "love", I feel a swell of emotional force. The words make me believe that I can push through these next weeks and fall, spent on the final exam room floor.
My memorial of the past year has been hazy. Except for what us in the biz call a few "hearsay exceptions", I've recorded very little. Now, trying to recapture it, I almost can't. How do I explain how hours of case study went from incomprehensible, to fascinating, to day to day drudgery? How hearing your name called by the professor the first time echoes in your ears. How ending now is bitter sweet.
There are hundreds of novels and prep books that go through the exact contours of the law school experience, and I have to say they are highly representative. I can only stress that it feels unique when you are living it. You never feel like you've become a different person until you just are.
I'm not really different. Actually, I'm remarkably the same. Still, my emotional personality has been sculpted by the experience. Law school is at times journey of frustration, humiliation, and forced mediocrity. You have to take those experiences and begin again with renewed force and the persistent hope that some day you will be good enough, some day this won't be a walk through a foreign land.
So, [and forgive this cliche] when I see through the trees the etched words of "vision", "courage" and "love", I feel a swell of emotional force. The words make me believe that I can push through these next weeks and fall, spent on the final exam room floor.