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Three words…
Sometimes in life
I find myself wondering
why in the world
are you fucking kidding me
just how in the hell
did I get myself
into this.
Often
these thoughts
would enter my mind
while pushing my bike up
the power line climb in Leadville,
or going out
for another lap at 4:15am
Or, now, tonight,
writing that fifth brief at 12:45am
when the alarm is set for 5:30am.
In three words:
Just.
Shoot.
Me.
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The best news, its only September, so its less like a lap at 4:15 in the morning and more like the starting gun. So let me suggest three other words: ride your race.
Jonny, I feel your pain. I am a 1L this year as well and I think in the first two weeks of class I have read more than I did in my entire undergrad. What sucks is when you have read a case 3 times and you are still unsure about what the underlying issue really is, especially in my Torts class when the case is from the 1600’s. Those S.O.B.’s weren’t using any english I grew up reading…
Man up, grad school ain’t for pussies.
Good thing you’re not in engineering.
>>Good thing you’re not in engineering.
why? because my professors wouldn’t be speaking english?
Fuck engineering. That degree is for making home made bongs…
11:15pm. Entire family asleep. I’m balls deep in Contracts. Ugh. Anyone breif Dickinson v. Dodds? It’s from 1876. In England….
I may need a beer for this one….
It does get better. Like CJ said ride your own ride, take it one case at a time. 1st semester was by far the worst for me. Totally new language. Torts and K’s were just terrible due to their archaic language. I’ll drink an extra for you guys tonight
>>why? because my professors wouldn’t be speaking english?
Nope, b/c you have to think, not memorize. Fuckin’ law-dogs.
Just bustin’ chops here, it’s all fun.