I wrapped my first week in law school, and it’s been an unremarkable week because school is school, whether you’re talking high school or undergrad or, yes, even, law school, even if law school might have a higher percentage of neurotic type-As. You find the same general mix of people — you’ve got the kids who annoy the shit out of you, the kids who worry and stress so much you want to shake them and tell them to calm the fuck down, the kids who are really, genuinely smart and passionate, the kids who kind of don’t give a shit, &c &c &c — the variety doesn’t change just because it’s law school.
School itself is the same, too — the professors expect the same of you: you’re expected to do your assignments, to come to class on time and prepared, and not to miss lecture. The reading’s a little different but not by much; I spent the last two years of my undergraduate career drowning in theory and philosophy and making crazier analytical connections than law school currently requires of me; and the surprise of the week, maybe, is that crim law and civ pro and torts are all turning out to be a lot more interesting/fun than I anticipated. Then again, the fact that I’m enjoying law school isn’t a surprise because I love being in school and I enjoy studying …
That said, though, I hella miss comparative literature.
(I’ve been missing a lot of things these days, but it hasn’t been bumming me out, so it’s all right.)
(Ha, I feel like I should add a disclaimer to this post: all my anxiety is currently directed to the fact that I’m readying manuscripts for submission, which means I have zero anxiety left for law school. Which I think is a good thing.)
Anyway, Friday night — I will now proceed to edit the hell out of the manuscript version of The Kissing Tree, get pizza for dinner, get as much crim or civ pro reading done, and continue listening to Radiohead because I suddenly decided earlier this week that it was about time I start listening to more Radiohead because I’m missing Korea, too.