this week is the last week of classes. since we’re 3Ls, this means for good (save the crazies getting LLMs and a few off to get other advanced degrees).
everyone keeps talking about “the last X.” i.e.: the last class ever. the last monday. the last reading assignment. the last case. the last exam.
you guys. STOP. we’re graduating, not dying. yes, our lives are about to change dramatically, but it’s certainly not like we’re going to stop learning. plus, studying for–and taking the bar–is going to suck SO MUCH MORE than school.
frankly, i’m going to miss a lot of this.
- making jokes in silly classes (e.g., sitting in family law giggling about turkey basters and artificial baby-makin’)
- 3L thirsty thursdays.
- being BMOC (in a manner of speaking). i’m going back to the bottom of the dogpile, and i very much like the strata in which i find myself.
- constantly being pushed to think, learn, and be a big ol’ nerd.