It's been a while....
So, it's been quite some time since I have really updated. It seems as though I don't have that much to say, but I'm sure I can conjure something up.
I finished my first law school class a couple of weeks ago. I'm still waiting on the grade. (It takes FOREVER to get your grades in law school) I fully understand why. My essay answer alone was 17,000 words long. Those would be fun to grade. I did really well on my mid-term, I was 2 points away from the highest grade in the class, and ranked 8th. Not too shabby for my first law school exam.
This whole law thing has really taken some getting used to. First of all, you actually have to do your reading; quite a change from undergrad, where a light skimming would suffice. These cases are dense, but interesting nonetheless. I have enjoyed the work, and I actually enjoy the reading (for the most part.) It will be interesting to see how the reading is when I have it for 4 classes instead of one.
Lorraine and I are pretty settled into our apartment. It's within walking distance of Hillcrest (the gayborhood :), Little Italy (fabulous restaurants), three blocks from the law school, 6 blocks from Balboa Park, 20 minute walk to the theatres downtown, and a ten minute walk to the Port of San Diego. From our rooftop at night we can see the fireworks show from Sea World, and a beautiful view of the ships in the port. It's pretty great. Not to mention quite a bit less expensive than San Francisco.
It's strange to think back at the life that we had in San Fran. Just months ago, it seemed like law school was so far off. And now we are here, and the transition wasn't nearly as hard as I imagined it would be. I miss the city, I miss our friends, I miss having a steady paycheck, I miss knowing what was happening in my life, and being comfortable. But being comfortable never got anyone anywhere, so here I am challenging myself in a million different ways. I think about how easy it would have been for me to stay in the city, stay in our apartment, and just transition into working full-time instead of part-time. But within months, maybe weeks even, I would have gotten the itch. Knowing that I wasn't living to my full potential I would become unhappy and get lost in the life I was comfortable living.
But instead, there is an excitement, a constant questioning of all the possibilities that are in front of me. In three years I will leave law school with a doctorate degree in hand, and I will have a stab at some of the most challenging careers that exist. The choices are endless, and nothing seems out of reach at this point (accept for being an astronaut, that seems pretty far out of reach). I'm proud of myself for seeing this through, when I really didn't expect myself to. I expected myself to quit, or just put this thing on hold, like so many others I know did. But now I’m here, terrified, one of the youngest people in law school, ready to do what I have to do.
So here I go.
I finished my first law school class a couple of weeks ago. I'm still waiting on the grade. (It takes FOREVER to get your grades in law school) I fully understand why. My essay answer alone was 17,000 words long. Those would be fun to grade. I did really well on my mid-term, I was 2 points away from the highest grade in the class, and ranked 8th. Not too shabby for my first law school exam.
This whole law thing has really taken some getting used to. First of all, you actually have to do your reading; quite a change from undergrad, where a light skimming would suffice. These cases are dense, but interesting nonetheless. I have enjoyed the work, and I actually enjoy the reading (for the most part.) It will be interesting to see how the reading is when I have it for 4 classes instead of one.
Lorraine and I are pretty settled into our apartment. It's within walking distance of Hillcrest (the gayborhood :), Little Italy (fabulous restaurants), three blocks from the law school, 6 blocks from Balboa Park, 20 minute walk to the theatres downtown, and a ten minute walk to the Port of San Diego. From our rooftop at night we can see the fireworks show from Sea World, and a beautiful view of the ships in the port. It's pretty great. Not to mention quite a bit less expensive than San Francisco.
It's strange to think back at the life that we had in San Fran. Just months ago, it seemed like law school was so far off. And now we are here, and the transition wasn't nearly as hard as I imagined it would be. I miss the city, I miss our friends, I miss having a steady paycheck, I miss knowing what was happening in my life, and being comfortable. But being comfortable never got anyone anywhere, so here I am challenging myself in a million different ways. I think about how easy it would have been for me to stay in the city, stay in our apartment, and just transition into working full-time instead of part-time. But within months, maybe weeks even, I would have gotten the itch. Knowing that I wasn't living to my full potential I would become unhappy and get lost in the life I was comfortable living.
But instead, there is an excitement, a constant questioning of all the possibilities that are in front of me. In three years I will leave law school with a doctorate degree in hand, and I will have a stab at some of the most challenging careers that exist. The choices are endless, and nothing seems out of reach at this point (accept for being an astronaut, that seems pretty far out of reach). I'm proud of myself for seeing this through, when I really didn't expect myself to. I expected myself to quit, or just put this thing on hold, like so many others I know did. But now I’m here, terrified, one of the youngest people in law school, ready to do what I have to do.
So here I go.