This is a different kind of post for me. It's about the other massively encompassing part of my life these days, law school. With the prospect of graduating suddenly looming close, I realize I don't have much longer to sit down and contemplate this interesting experience.
The idea to write this post actually occurred as I stepped into the library this morning to work (or as it turns out - blog!) before class starts in a few minutes. Generally, once I accept the fact that I have to sit my booty down and pump out real work, I prefer to go down into the bowels of the library to find myself a secluded place (though not totally silent), plant myself, and feverishly try to catch up on all that I've been putting off in that compulsive way only my fellow procrastinators can understand. This morning, though, I only have 20 minutes, so bowel-hunting didn't really pay. Thus, I opted for the main study room. This bright area is a fun combination of (never used) bound legal volumes, exposed architecture, and earphone-sporting, computer-hunching students - some of which are probably battling my good friend procrastination, and others (creatures I don't understand: disciplined, on-top-of-it-all law students) dutifully plugging away at actual assignments.
In any case, I realize that in a day not far from now, I'm going to miss this. As much as I feel disconnected from most of my fellow students due to age and life circumstances, so much of being a student really is magical. To come day after day to read and talk to learned professors and (a spectrum of) inquisitive students to digest new concepts and kick around competing ideas? To have your sole purpose be to
learn. Pretty amazing, when you get right down to it.
Now, reality check: I'm about to close this blog, feverishly read my secured transactions assignment, and run to on how little I have to say about either of the two 20 pages papers I'm supposed to present next week. Ah, the glories and strife of the student life.