Life as a 1L

I realize I have been terrible since I started law school.  So here I am trying to play a little catch up (story of every aspect of my life right now).  I am in the 4th week as a 1L.  I am not sure why they call it that but it means first year law student.  I am not going to lie, it is so challenging, to the point that I daily think to myself, "I don't think I am smart enough for this.  It took me 10 years to get through undergrad and I barely did that!"  I have no friends and I am pretty sure I am not really going to make any.  It is hard to explain the culture in law school.  All the people who got there have this "best of the best" mentality and the woman all act like they have something to prove.  Let's be honest, I have nothing to prove, accept maybe to myself?  But I am no stranger to being the loner and not being liked. I can handle that.  I am sure eventually I will find a few folks who don't mind me.  If not, I will bribe some with beer.  That seems to be what everybody likes to do in law school: study and drink.

So it's challenging and lonely but I will be honest, I love learning about the law.  I always have.  It's kind of why I went.  So when I am sitting there for the 10th consecutive hour reading a case about a guy who doesn't have to be held liable for his paramour's suicide because she isn't his wife, I am fascinated.  I find it all so interesting and I am just trying so hard to keep all this information in my exhausted little brain.  I like it.  I wouldn't rather be anywhere else or doing anything else.  Then of course I close my book and realize it is 9:30 and I have about an hour to hang out with Amir before I have to pass out and he has been patiently finding other things to do so as not to bother me.  That's another new thing.  I have a boyfriend.  And he is so sweet and extremely understanding and he has been so supportive.  I was thinking on my drive home from school today, "He makes me feel like my life isn't too much for me to handle."  That is enough of the sappy nonsense.

All in all, my life is completely different than it was a couple months ago.  I got a new job (10 hours a week), I have a boyfriend, I have my own apartment, I live in Seattle, and I am a law student at the age of 29.  Gotta be honest, I kinda like my new life.  It's a major adjustment for a girl who doesn't like change and made herself sick worrying about it.  In the end (not that this is anywhere near the end) I am pleased with all my decisions and happy to be living my dreams. :)