Monday, November 08, 2004

Talking to Property Professor in OH

After my first encounter with our property professor in his office hours, I don't know if I'm brave enough to do that again. When he puts you on the spot asking a question, I sometimes feel like I'm staring at the wrong end of a loaded double-barrel shotgun.

Maybe my old landlord was right. When she heard that I intended to go to law school, she took one look at me and told me it wasn't the right choice for me. Mind you, this was within the first 15 minutes of meeting her for the first time.

All I know is that I have moments where I doubt my choice of being here wildly. Usually this occurs when it's 3am and I know that I have to get to Property in five hours, and you never know when the professor will decide to start class a minute or two early like he did this morning. I always remember that I could have gone to work for a magazine and clawed my way up the fashion ladder like everyone else expected me to. Deep down I think I chose to take the LSAT and go to law school to prove to everyone that I'm not the ditz that everyone thought me to be. Whatever my reasons, the fact is that I'm here now, and I'm not going to wimp out in my first year. Not just yet, anyway.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey, I'm working really hard to convince people that I AM a ditz...that way they won't be threatened by me ;)
-Anna

PlayitagainSam said...

At the very least, regardless of how you may do in the end (I'm sure you'll do fine by the way), you've got a bunch of us glued to the computer to read what random thoughts you may have each day. That has to count for something. Plus, I doubt that anyone has gone through their entire time at law school without questioning why they're here. I know that I have a time or two... six and a half weeks left... ah yes, there's the light at the end of the tunnel.

hufflepuffer said...

Eh, meh. I'm not really hoping for too much, I'm pretty sure I could get B's. The thing is, it's so depressing grinding out a mediocre existence for three years. But at the same time I'm not willing to sacrifice all other aspects of my life and devote myself to my books. I guess I should just stop bitching and move on.

pankleb said...

You'll survive. Perhaps you'll overstress yourself and crash and bounce back and crash again and bounce back again. And then do that a few more times. And you'll have all kinds of confusion, stress, and self-doubt. You'll wonder who you are, but you'll come back to feeling like yourself at some point. That will feel great.
I was right there a few years ago, the stuff you talk about sounds all too familiar (attended law school in Oregon).

hufflepuffer said...

Wow, I can't wait to experience this epiphany. It'll be great to reach the Zen level where I'm assured of myself and can stop worrying over everything.