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| i've gone the entire semester without missing a single class.
if that doesn't tell you that i am completely stressed out and terrified, i don't know what else will.
Nonetheless, I think I deserve a medal.
While I'll be packing my bags in two weeks after I completed the process of flunking my way out of law school, I would like to point out that I've had so much fun these past three months and three days that I would never trade it for anything else.
More than anything, I would implore each and every of you to try to attend law school, if you haven't already. If you're cut out for it, it would guide you into an interesting career. If you're not cut out for it, at the very least, you're going to discover something about yourself that you would not be able to discover otherwise, which, in my case, is that...
I guess I'll know in two weeks.
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| "They carried triple shot lattes, cover letters, 5-pound laptops, casebooks, the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure, each other. And, if they made it past the finals alive, they carried unrelenting images of a nightmarish course that their brains are only beginning to absorb. Since its first publication, The Things They Carried, Too has become an unparalleled law school testament, a not-quite-so-classic work of American literature, and a mildly amusing study of men and women at school that illuminates the capacity, and the limits, of the human eyeballs and gray matter."
- from the back cover of the memoir-esque novel, The Things They Carried, Too, that Tim O'Brien certainly did not write.
All kidding aside, you should really read The Things They Carried, which is just an astonishingly good book. Not the most uplifting book, but then again you probably shouldn't expect that from a book about the Vietnam War.
The next three weeks are shaping up to be the most difficult three weeks of my life. That statement should tell you two things:
1. I am a f'ing wimp.
2. I am also just about the luckiest SOB who's ever walked the earth.
Actually, statement 2. is a lie. I am sure that dude who fell 24,000 ft and landed in fresh snow without so much as a broken bone was quite a bit luckier than me. I am also quite sure there is a lottery winner somewhere who's been luckier than me. Objectively, I am probably closer to 60th percentile on the luck scale than the 99th. But if you have read The Things They Carried, you would appreciate that sometimes happening-truth doesn't really convey the truth as well as story-truth does. So I can honestly tell you that my luck is merely ordinary. Or I can honestly tell you that I am the luckiest person of all time.
Either way, this completely pointless post is but a signal that I will be MIA for a bit. Then again, I've been MIA all my life, so this truly is becoming a pointless post...
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| On Saturday, I will be sparring for the first time since starting boxing this semester. I am not really sure why I am boxing, then again I am not really sure why I am here in law school, and a lot of other things... I suppose partly it's because, like Rocky, I need to prove that i am not a bum. I suppose I just want to get some exercise. Mostly, I think it's because I find boxing poetic. I admire boxers for their will and courage, which are probably the two character traits I lack the most. And I don't think the experience will be complete unless I step in the ring and give it a go. So even though I have no desire of hitting anyone, and much less desire to be hit myself, I am going to spar this weekend.
After I've made the decision, I heard two songs that will most likely apply, both of which are by Ingrid Michaelson. You may have heard her music on an old navy commercial or grey's anatomy. It's the sort of cutesy music that I inevitably end up enjoying a lot more than I expect in the beginning. One of the songs is "breakable", with the lyrics:
"Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess
We are so fragile
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys"
The other, "Keep Breathing", has the refrain:
"All that I know is I'm breathing
All I can do is keep breathing
All we can do is keep breathing"
One day, I would like to make a boxing movie based on my own career, and instead of having something "eye of the tiger", I'd have "breakable" as the main theme. I am really quite surprised that the tv show The Contender has not used it...
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| "As for him - he spent the break hunkered in his swivel chair, a strange little smile on his face, watching us eat his cookies. You could argue he'd done it to curry favor with the professors. Or, maybe make a few friends among us 1Ls. Me, I think he did it just to feel normal again, if only for a short while."
- "The Biddle Law Library Redemption"
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