When Panic Starts, Pull Out Greek

In case you were wondering, and those of you who know me well probably were, I'll make it official: the panic over the onset of law school has begun.

The whole deer-in-the-headlights-of-an-oncoming-freight-train feeling? I've got that. The dread in the pit of my stomach, the wrecked sleeping habits, and let us not forget the nervous tic; they all serve as reminders that my doom approacheth.

So I've done the most soothing thing I know. I pulled off the shelf my Greek textbook -- the one in tatters with the broken spine and colored sticky flags -- and I'm working through the exercises again.

The general crossed the river.

Was that the Rubicon?*

*I know, I just mixed Greek and Latin references. It happens.

Comments

[Jill]

::pets you gently:: There, there.

[ckm]

Your mommy says "Ditto". You will be fine, tired, stressed and overworked, but FINE.

[centinel]

Look at all the idiots who've made it through law school. What do you have to worry about?

Hey, why are you looking at me?