It's an odd series of sensations, which seem to encapsulate a microcosm of the whole first semester. Big difference is that I'm now inflicting them upon myself rather than experiencing them as reactions against a series of professors and Bar Review dates....
It's reassuring that both my friends from University of Baltimore and my friends from American University express the same series of emotions...
Jubilant.
Such hard! So Pride! Very Work! Wow!
Terrified.
Did those credits transfer? Will I graduate?? Who will hire me??? LOANS???? but, seriously, I have to do this again?
Exhausted.
Day 1: super excited, hugging all my friends and repeating "how was your summer" with more cheer than leader in conversation. Day 2: Like dust is in my veins, all over again. Like "summer" were just a figment of imagination.
Zen.
Tend the mind garden; tend the knowledge trees; what's reaped will bloom.
As well as a healthy patina of disbelief that any of the above is true.....
