The Good Turns Bad - November 9, 2007

I had a great week. I was not stressed or anxious from Monday morning through Thursday-ish.

Thursday morning yielded a meeting with a career counselor. I had no choice but to attend because the law school has requirements, and meeting with the Office of Career Services (OCS) is one. The law school has some of the most outrageous requirements; some of these necessities range from "waste of time" to "plain stupid". I am but a pundit pawn in the game of requisite advancement to graduation. Somewhere on this list - between meeting with a career counselor and law school orientation - is a class in Transnational Law during the spring semester of the first year. Who knows why?

Anyhow, back to my Thursday morning meeting with the career counselor. I walked into her office and sat down. She ask me a list of things, trying to gauge what she needed to tell me. To all but one item on the list I answered in the affirmative. She looked at me and said, "Why is it you are here?"

I told her that I was there because of the blasted requirement.

I did, however, want her to look over my first-ever cover letter. I figured I may as well make the wasted time useful. She looked it over and made one suggestion and said, "OK. Anything else?"

"Yes," I answered. "Can you look at my resume?"

"Of course," she said.

I handed her the resume. She looked at me, looked down at the first page, and then glanced back down at the resume. She asked me if I ever slept. I told her that sleeping gets in the way of my life, so I try not to.

She then flipped to the second page and said, "You really never sleep. Is there anything you haven't done?"

I just giggled. What does one say in response to a career counselor who makes a comment like that?

Anyhow, I walked out of the meeting jazzed about life and my future as a legal professional.

Dim the lights, cue the dramatic symphonic overture. Enter the evil villain "Death of Happiness".

The rest of the day was mired in depression and sadness. I felt absolutely horrible as I reached an all new low in emotion and will to survive.

Though Friday was a little better, I will not soon recuperate from my latest fall into the bowels of sadness. I am really not liking New York.

The people, the weather, the school, and the distance is chipping away at my ability to succeed. But, it is mostly the people.

I have not wanted to spend any time with any of the "friends" I have made, because they are all disappointing in their very own, very special ways. I definitely feel like an insider on the outside.

I spent Friday secluded from the world. It is the happiest time I have. Very sad.

And, scene.

Yes. That is life.