The art of being

On particular occasions in one's life the illusive clarity is attained. Mine just happens to be when I am writing papers and should not be achieving such a state of awareness of anything outside of the law. Oh well.

I have found these past few months very strange. The oddest part about 3rd year of law school is that you get to the point where you are not doing much more than simply waiting for it to be over. No longer is there the fear of exams, or the strain of learning the oddest equitable rule known to mankind (though I still get a mild twinge thinking of constructive trusts, I prefer to chalk it up to indigestion.)

At this point in the year it is really easy to get to a place where you are not living for today, but *ahem* counting down until your life really begins. This is not good - a balance must be struck. I have been having difficulty with this balance, a difficulty that has spilt over into many different areas of my life.

Moment of clarity - the fact that pivotal moments of my life fast approaching cannot prevent me from being (and subsequently, doing) in the present. Living for today cannot be stretched into living for the near future, even for the most eloquent advocate.

This form of third year purgatory has resulted in odd symptoms in my life. I have been unable to really do anything effectively, and I keep my options for decisions open as long as possible so that I don't return again to a state of patiently waiting for the future to happen.

Today I accomplished more before noon than I have in the past 2 weeks. The way of being powerful is still there, hidden amidst un-cracked evidence textbooks and simpsons reruns. Third year apathy hasn't eaten me alive yet.

And I have 13 pages of my paper done!

Movin on up

It's been quite the week. I got my ring, and have sufficiently bonded to the *bling* to the point that I feel awkward without it. I guess I will be wearing it for a long time, so getting used to it would be a good idea.

The week has been great! I have been inundated with congratulations and blasphemous exclamations courtesy of Erica (talking of the ring)!

The combination of engagement and 3rd year of law school has fostered a situation where I have the time and ability to actually have real conversations with many people who I have neglected as of late. And I don't have that nagging sense that every minute without a text book is a minute wasted.

I think one of the most difficult parts of law school is that it segregates you from the rest of society for a while. Inevitably, you find yourself cut off from family, friends and traditional social networks because school just takes up that much time. Law school buddies are welcome (but temporary) fill-ins, and there comes a point in 3rd year that you realize that life continued on as it always had in the world, and it is time to get ready to merge back into the fray.

I will miss law school dreadfully. Getting to that very nostalgic point. My life is set to dramatically change... no. lets make that present tense - My life is changing fast, currently, right now. Law school will be one of those experiences that I will not be able to adequately describe to many, if any, people who haven't already experienced it themselves. Despite this, these past 3 years will make their way to the hall of fame of my life, taking the prize for the best, worst, and most challenging.

Enough nostalgia. Apparently I am still in law school, and I have two papers, and four exams. Finally, taking in the general workload of a semester doesn't strike fear, or make me hyperventilate.

53 days left.