In about half a minute I'd written a list of 20 things I have to do, and posting wasn't even on it. I don't see any free time in the next... 6 months. I did promise faithfully that I'd take off a full two hours on Thanksgiving (which, depending on how often people refill my wine glass, may be extended slightly).
But ye gods. The work, the work, and the more work. And our class seems to be particularly gunner-ish. Instead of people easing back in 2L and happily coasting their way to a diploma, people are trying harder than ever. It's a contest to see who's done more work sometimes. Insane -- and I'm sure many people see me as one of the worst offenders. I am in no way a gunner, but being on Law Review is bad enough, I suppose. And there's the fact that if you want to clerk, you really can't afford to get a lot of below-median grades. If any. Therefore, I work. And since endless distractions make working at home mostly impossible, people see me work. Alas.
So, pressure mounts. As do assignments. But I absolutely love my classes, and now that cite checks are over it's just semi-fun proofreading assignments for Law Review (oh yeah, and that last set of articles). I'm not (yet) too freaked out about my Comment, although the outline is barely half roughed-in. The full outline is due next week. Plenty of time, right?
Erm. Maybe there's a little panic. But that's normal.
Happy Weekend, everyone. May you not freeze to death at a football playoff game while being quizzed on corporate law.
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