Okay, so you already know that sometimes law school is a little less wonderful than previously anticipated. I spend very little time wearing power shoes and, when I do, I don't feel all that happy about it. On Friday, I wore my new black patent leather peep toe pumps and consequently suffered a rather painful injury to my left big toe. Back to Rainbow flip-flops and Chuck Taylors it is. Anyway, I can't get on Facebook without constant and painful reminders of my friends and their infinitely more exciting, oh so grown up lives. There is always a new friend (usually a younger one) who is engaged, married, or pregnant. Don't get me wrong--I don't envy the knocked up ones. It's just another reminder of how their lives have moved on, they are working regular jobs, getting regular paychecks, and living real lives. I, on the other hand, have not. My parents still help me pay for my groceries and pay my cell phone bill and foot the health insurance (but that's probably because I told them I would die in a car crash rather than pay it myself---mature, I know).
Still, every so often there is a little bright spot in my life. One such bright spot happened yesterday. Of course, part of the reason why I came to such a big school for my graduate degree was so that I could have a school with a good football team and a good-natured, cult-like following. Yesterday was a home football game day. In my town, that's a big deal. In my first year of law school, I had Allie to go with---but then she dropped out. In my second year, I was so smitten with my then brand-new boyfriend that I skipped all the games to talk on the phone or to drive home. Sometimes I feel like my priorities of the last year and a half (basically, seeing Andy, talking to Andy, thinking about Andy, planning things with Andy, etc) have made me miss out on a lot of things that I could be doing around here that might make me at least a little bit happier when I'm at school.
There was a tailgate at the law school, with free barbecue, coleslaw and baked beans (although not as good as we make it in the REAL south), kegs of Rolling Rock, bottles and bottles of wine, some "pop" (that's what my friend Claire calls it and it makes me laugh), chips, cupcakes, cookies, muffins, and a corn hole tournament. I went with Claire, who is goodness incarnate, and her new boyfriend, Kevin. Usually I feel like a third wheel on such occasions, but both of them were so sweet to me that it was hard to feel like I wasn't wanted. We also had a couple of other friends from the law school, Kate, who I don't usually hang out with but who was a total blast, and her boyfriend Adam, who both liked my Chucks in matching school colors, and some others who came and went at different periods. We spilled wine on each other (on my Chucks! ahhh!), laughed hysterically, touched each other inappropriately (the girls, anyway, and even then mostly because it makes poor Claire so uncomfortable), ate, laughed, talked about school and how much we hated some of our professors (very therapeutic), and even our prospects for the future. And then we even went to the football game.
Our school won. Well, really, we trampled the other guys. (Which is VERY good because, at the law school, we get a discount of however much we beat the other team by on the next school day, so Monday, we'll have a discount of 39%. I have been wanting a new College of Law long sleeved T-shirt.) Sometimes, there's nothing like a day of hanging out with friends to make you feel like the bad things in your life maybe aren't so bad after all. For one thing, thank goodness for Claire, who kept saying, "I'm so glad you came today!" Maybe I'll make it through this. Maybe.
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