Liberty and justice for ME
I just completed my first law school exam-- oh about 1.5 hours ago. It was beautifully freeing.
I stopped worrying. I decided to have fun. I decided to do the best I could and accept that as "good enough". I decided for once in my life the final grade is not what it's all about. So I went and did my thing. And I had fun.
Instead of cramming for the last hour before the exam, I hung out in the common room with people from class I never talked to before. We brought up interesting potential criminal law cases involving classic satrday morning cartoon characters (would the road runner have defense of self defense if he lashed out one day at the coyote?). We laughed for an hour straight and threw a randomly discovered beach ball around the room.
I forgot about the side effects of being pent up in a room alone for hours upon hours fully engaged in nothing but sudying and worrying. It turns out that for my four years of highschool and my three years of college- I really wasn't crazy or weird or insane (ok, maybe weird). I was just suffering from chronic episodes of stress relief.
When the stress is finlly lifted or when my body can no longer take the stress and when my hours of being mentally and socially isolated from peers finally seek their revenge-- I go apeshit and try to catch up on hours of carefree play all at once.
Today, when I discovered that I had reached the point of no return as far as mentaly retaining information, I reverted back to my highschool/college days of quarkiness. This involved a lot of self-communication (yes, talking to myself), lip synching with the hair dryer, dancing like a fool all over my messy room, and being loud and abnoxious for hours on end.
I thought I grew out of my social awkwardness. Wow, that explains a lot!
I. Am. Free!
I stopped worrying. I decided to have fun. I decided to do the best I could and accept that as "good enough". I decided for once in my life the final grade is not what it's all about. So I went and did my thing. And I had fun.
Instead of cramming for the last hour before the exam, I hung out in the common room with people from class I never talked to before. We brought up interesting potential criminal law cases involving classic satrday morning cartoon characters (would the road runner have defense of self defense if he lashed out one day at the coyote?). We laughed for an hour straight and threw a randomly discovered beach ball around the room.
I forgot about the side effects of being pent up in a room alone for hours upon hours fully engaged in nothing but sudying and worrying. It turns out that for my four years of highschool and my three years of college- I really wasn't crazy or weird or insane (ok, maybe weird). I was just suffering from chronic episodes of stress relief.
When the stress is finlly lifted or when my body can no longer take the stress and when my hours of being mentally and socially isolated from peers finally seek their revenge-- I go apeshit and try to catch up on hours of carefree play all at once.
Today, when I discovered that I had reached the point of no return as far as mentaly retaining information, I reverted back to my highschool/college days of quarkiness. This involved a lot of self-communication (yes, talking to myself), lip synching with the hair dryer, dancing like a fool all over my messy room, and being loud and abnoxious for hours on end.
I thought I grew out of my social awkwardness. Wow, that explains a lot!
I. Am. Free!
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