Storm before the Calm

I always loved going back to school. It was always the only school night of the year where students did not have the stress or tedium of homework assignments. Intead, the night before the first day of school was busy with preparation.

Like packing for a much anticipated trip, or writing birthday wish list, the acts of preparing for the resuming school year -- printing the class schedule, organizing a backpack, picking out an outfit-- always brought anticipated joys of excitement. Its funny how much I used to celebrate the death of carefree summer days.

Reality 101:
There is nothing synonymous about "first day of Lawschool" and "excitement of preparation". Of course I was excited the night before class- but I was in no way prepared. Unlike previous "back to school" experiences, I was assigned homework for each new class this year. So at 9PM sunday night I found myself immersed deep into the pulsing core of a property law debate before I had even met my professor.

I packed my bag (all 300 lbs of it), copied my class schedule, organized my notes and prepared for the slaughter.