Two Weeks
My back hurts today. Maybe it's because of the drunk driver that hit my taxi cab on the way home last night. Maybe it's because I spent two hours roaming a packed ER. Maybe it's tension from the anger at someone who would drive drunk enough to not notice they had turned the wrong way onto a one way street, that they were driving straight into an oncoming car, a person that saw blood on the passengers of the car he just hit and decided the best course of action was to get the hell away from there as fast as possible, damned be any other car in his way as he fled. Maybe it's that I didn't sleep too well last night because I felt bad being the only one not hurt and because I was worried about my friends. Doesn't really matter what it was, really.
I'm having a hard time concentrating, which is a bummer because I just realized how many assignments I have to have done by Tuesday. Law school is not going to be like an English major where you could get away with reading only the books you like. At least that's what I did, I assume everyone else did too. Those days are over, now it's read everything or don't complain about being a low-grade public defender working with A+ citizens like the one mentioned in the first paragraph. I was a fraud getting by with tricks and bull shit in college, but I can be better and must be better. It begins tonight.
I'm having a hard time concentrating, which is a bummer because I just realized how many assignments I have to have done by Tuesday. Law school is not going to be like an English major where you could get away with reading only the books you like. At least that's what I did, I assume everyone else did too. Those days are over, now it's read everything or don't complain about being a low-grade public defender working with A+ citizens like the one mentioned in the first paragraph. I was a fraud getting by with tricks and bull shit in college, but I can be better and must be better. It begins tonight.