This weekend marks an important event for those of us in 3L classes all across the country: 100 days until graduation. Of course, depending on the graduation day and whether or not you count weekends or holidays or whatever, it really is essentially more or less 100 days until graduation, rather than exactly 100 days. Whatever. Either way, it is a number I can handle, and a reminder of how far I've come since I was a scared little 1L who came home after her first week of classes and collapsed on the bed and slept for 3 hours.
Since that time, I have had two internships. Been in clinic. Hated clinic. Loved clinic. Hated clinic some more. Been in a courtroom where I asked the judge for something for my client and he gave it to me. Won some awards. Waited a million years each semester for grades to be posted. Built up my GPA. Gained confidence. Cried. Swore I'd never be a good lawyer. Swore I was practically Elle Woods. Bought lady suits and chic patent leather pumps. Chopped off my hair in order to look more professional (long blonde hair is sooo sixteen years old). Applied for jobs. Been rejected. Been selected. Facebooked in class. Got my Christmas shopping done in class. Nearly gotten carpal tunnel from the amount of outlining I have to do. Pulled an all nighter. Aced an exam. Been very, very scared I failed an exam. (I didn't.) Procrastinated. Sucked at Legal Research and Writing. Took the MPRE. Passed the MPRE with flying colors. Given oral arguments. Been a victim of the Socratic method. Survived the Socratic method. Wrote a resume. Re-wrote a resume. Went to career services where they told my my resume was crap. Re-wrote my resume again. Spent hours and hours on cover letters. Hated writing cover letters. I mean, passionately hated writing cover letters.
I'm sure this is hardly unusual. For better or for worse, probably most of us have been in nearly all of those situations.
All of this to build up to one day. For me: May 14th.
On Friday, we're having our 100 Days Til Graduation party at a downtown bar. Being a class officer, I helped to plan the party, but I won't be going. I don't usually go to those things. I am happy enough to reach the milestone, I don't particularly feel like wading through the puking undergrads to get to a bar to be around drunk law students with a free keg and a $500 bar tab. Not really my scene. But really, whether I go to the party or not, I've made it to this point. After the first semester of my first year, I wondered if I'd ever make it here. I definitely thought it would feel like it took a lot longer. But, in the blink of an eye, here I am. Just one hundred short days until graduation.
Instead of the party, I'm going home. After class is over, I am headed out--driving the six hours home, during which I will listen to Harry Potter on audiobook for the umpteenth time (it really never gets old), eat a few sour gummy worms (mmmm my favorite), and look for the signs of the early spring that Punxatawney Phil foretold yesterday. I read a very factual article that assured me that, although Phil definitely empathizes with us in our desire for spring and an end to crummy winter, he does not make his prediction based on empathy. Also, he is incapable of being wrong. So, it is coming. Like gospel, this groundhog's prediction is quite true. My favorite rodent came through again. And I will probably reflect on this newest milestone. Just 100 days left! And then... a job, a house, a marriage, and, most definitely, a puppy.
Come on, May 14th.
Just 100 days til my life begins.
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