Tuesday is a relatively bad day because of Wednesday. Three classes in one day is enough to drive even the most stable person off the edge. I am not that stable to begin with, so getting ready for Wednesday is a must, and it takes all my effort.
When you think you have a routine down in law school, the establishment throws a curve ball: right at your head. The parking situation is intense. I would gladly pay for a parking permit if I was guaranteed a parking spot somewhere within a half-mile of the law school. I was so far away, that kids in the elementary school were able to laugh at me as I struggled to walk my morning mini-marathon. I was THAT far away. But, had I arrived at the University five minutes later, I would have had to park off campus altogether. This is a very sad situation. I guess that is what I get for being joyous about receiving a parking permit for free. Alas, nothing is free... I have traded in the remaining strength I have left from law school everyday for a parking permit.
Tuesday and Friday is Legal Writing day, and I renew my feelings about the class once again. The environment is welcoming, the teacher is very laid-back but oh-so knowledgeable at the same time. It also helps that some of my peers often make me feel like a genius. The professor slides jokes into each lecture at the most opportune times, generating laughter from each student. She is inviting in her methods and engaging in her lectures. The discussions are not lacking, either.
I also have Civil Procedure on Tuesdays. Like my writing professor, the CivPro Professor is engaging and just plain fun. He, like my criminal law professor, uses the Socratic Method, but in a less judgmental, more opportunistic way. If you get something incorrect, he does not pit another student against you. (Unless you are one of the people I speak about below. In those cases, there is probably somebody ready to take you down.) Everything is a learning experience, and, though highly debated and often proven otherwise, he does not believe in a stupid question from a 1L. But, trust me, I have heard many.
I have taken to raising my hand only when one of my favorite stuck-up (or know-it all) classmates says something unbelievably doltish. I bask in the glory of bringing them back down to earth. I feel especially so, because these are the same people who love to shove other people's mistaken answers in that person's face. Let's face it, this is not Harvard Law. At this school, nobody has room for an ego. Everybody is on the same level. There are no pedestals here.
Not only have I come to terms with my lost social life and my now-diminished pride, but I, with much sadness, add my ego and the remnants of what used to be energy to the list of casualties lost to Law School. Score four for the legal profession. And, all I got was a free parking permit.
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