11.10 am
It is the last week of classes. I have one final, one paper, and one course evaluation to turn in before I am done with law school. This is very surreal. Three years of my life cannot have gone by that quickly... can they? When I finished undergrad, it was with a huge sigh of relief that I was done with that place. Graduating law school is different. I chose this school, I fought tooth and nail to get in, and I fought even harder to keep up and do well. Nothing about law school has been easy.

11.39 am
Law school has, however, been safe. We get our loans every semester, we go to classes, and we are generally, if not completely, sheltered from the rampant unemployment. I'm moving across the country again, this time to New York. And as ready as I am to be finished with school and back to doing something that matters (or seems to, at any rate), there's something appealing about the student lifestyle that makes me a little reluctant to let go.