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That's That

May 3, 2007 4:37 AM

oday was the last day of classes for the semester. I didn't go to any classes today, meaning that I went to my last class ever Tuesday. It was Negotiations, and it was an abbreviated class. Not counting the bar exam course, I will never take another class again, at least not as part of a structured degree program. I can't really believe it.

As shitty as my memory is, I remember some snippets of my life in almost startling detail. One such moment is the last day of what I think was fourth grade. The fourth grade and fifth grade classrooms were in different buildings, and I remember walking out of the fourth grade building thinking about how I'd never walk out of that building again. I also remember feeling his sort of pang of regret and loss. Maybe it was the fact that everyone was running around playing with their friends and I was walking home alone that made me sort of sad that the school year was ending, but I'm not sure.

In any event, I had a very similar feeling yesterday when I walked out of my Negotiations class. It was bittersweet--I'm glad to be so close to being done with law school, but the end of this chapter of my life means that a lot of things that I've come to know and love are about to change, and that's kinda shitty. Add to that the fact that there's still an almost unsurmountable mountain of work between me and graduation and the fact that, thanks to Law Review, I won't be done with law school until sometime in June, and the whole thing is relatively anticlimactic.

Still, the lasts are piling up: the last poker night of law school, the last bar review, the last class. My last exam will come and go really quickly, and graduation gets closer every second.

Yeah, this summer's going to kick ass. It's going to be a lot of fun. But at some point towards the end of the summer, there are going to be more lasts: the last barbeque, the last trip to Noah's Ark, the last poker night period.

This is the way things go, of course, and I'm ok with it. But that doesn't mean it won't suck.



1 Comments


TheExpat said:

Well well well.

Two things:

1) Congratulations!

2) Don't fuck everything up.

If it's too late for #2, we can settle for the first thing and drink ourselves to forgetfulness.

May 3, 2007 6:52 AM



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