Entering Week Thirteen
of hell...I wake up most mornings and say how much I hate life. Course, this is probably because I'm a) being forced to go to class and b) I have to wake up before 7:00 am. I actually love what I'm doing despite how scared I am of my finals (which are right around the corner). For those of you who do pray, please pray for my sanity and that I do well on these bitches. They start on the Wednesday after Thanksgiving. My first one is in contracts and is a four hour long essay test. Are you music friends of mine jealous? I envy each and every one of you at this point and would kill to have a jury again. Not because it's easier, but because a) you enjoy playing and b)you can at least control how well you do. For those who don't know, law school is all based on a bell curve. A certain percentage of our classes must make As and so on. So, the only controlling factor is whether you stayed up until all hours of the night studying and your classmates didn't. At least in music theory, you either know it or you don't. And if you know it, you make an A or a B. One teacher told us, "If you know the material here, you get a C. If you know it extremely well and can write really well and your classmates don't know it, you can maybe get a B or an A." But such is life, and I'm hoping that the competitive drive and the fact that I can stay up until 3:00 am every night from here on out (while strung out on caffeine pills and Red Bull) will help me out.
Anyway, Jenn Dreispul and I are going to an SAI meeting tomorrow night. Crazy much? Hopefully it will help me with the stress. Make me calm down at least a bit. It should be fun to see everyone that I don't see anymore.
Alright, I'm out. Time to get back to reading.
Anyway, Jenn Dreispul and I are going to an SAI meeting tomorrow night. Crazy much? Hopefully it will help me with the stress. Make me calm down at least a bit. It should be fun to see everyone that I don't see anymore.
Alright, I'm out. Time to get back to reading.