It has been 10 days since I took
the last final of my first year of law school. The deer-in-the-headlights
feeling of overwhelm has almost completely faded away and I have mostly been
able to recoup my brain facilities. However, I don’t know if I’ll ever be back
to “normal”. Even one year of law school has changed the way I think and
interact with the world. The jury is still out as to whether I have changed for
the better *cue Wicked soundtrack here*.
For
example, I now consistently correct people, even people on TV who have no
knowledge that they are being admonished, for saying that someone was “assaulted”
when they have actually been victims of battery. Now that I know the technical
definitions of the two crimes (assault is the intent to cause fear or
apprehension of physical harm and battery is an actual harmful or offensive
contact) my legal brain, which may have some relation to the proverbial lizard
brain, refuses to ignore such a blatant misnomer.
Moreover, I see Torts everywhere. I
have been helping Tim pull together the last minute details during Hell Week
(the last week before his student’s musical Dream Girls opens) and couldn’t
help closely guarding the handsaw and cans of spray paint I brought to make
sets. You’d be surprised at how many things can go wrong with aerosol and
goodness knows I don’t want to be held liable for negligently leaving spray
paint out for teenage vandals to convert.
Aside from noticing how much more
analytical and technical I have become over the last year, I have been
reflecting on the whole experience of being a first year law student. All in
all, despite long, tedious hours of reading, occasional stressful moments under
pressure of deadlines and only two serious emotional breakdowns, I can look
back proudly and say I had a positive experience and do not at all regret my
decision to go to law school here.
The rumors about competitive nastiness
in law school are not wholly unsubstantiated (at one point early in the year, I
was excluded from a study group I asked to join and a few times I overheard
some nasty gossip about high achieving students) but I found the majority of my
peers to be cooperative and kind. Most are willing to share notes and outlines
and tips on available jobs or internships. I imagine that some day I will be
working with or even hiring some of my impressive colleagues for their legal
counsel one day. And of course, some of my colleagues became my friends and I
am so grateful for them. I am so blessed to have friends in law school so we
can support each other through this adventure. I believe some bonds of
friendship I formed will last my lifetime.
The staff and faculty at my school
are incredibly supportive as well. The key to forming mentorships and getting
help in law school is taking initiative. With a little effort and follow-up on
my part I have gotten help editing my resume and cover letter, been given
influential recommendations to two separate internships (both of which I was
offered, one which I accepted as my summer job), made friends with the library
staff who kindly waived a late fee when I had a book out too long during finals
week, and always had friendly conversations and a positive experience with the
folks at the school cafeteria.
In the supportive community, where people
lift each other up, I feel like the challenges of learning how to think, write
and speak like a lawyer are not insurmountable. At times I was stretched thin, startled by my own
strong emotional reactions to certain cases or subjects, frustrated by the work
load and sky high expectations (both my professors’ and my own) and feeling
down. But then, just when I needed it the most, I would be uplifted by a kind
word from a peer, given confidence from a compliment from a professor or my own
correct answer in class, and most usually, encouraged by my amazing husband.
Tim’s unflagging confidence in me and willingness to sacrifice his own time and
energy to make law school possible for me was my rock in the storm throughout
this year.
Some people say that going through
law school with a partner puts a strain on the relationship and can often lead
to conflict and separation. Now, I won’t sugarcoat things and saying this year
was all marital perfection and bliss. We nagged and argued at times. But we got
through 1L without any scars because we worked as a team. Tim and I are true
partners. We share the household responsibilities equally and when we can’t we
each pick up the slack when it is needed. When I am in the midst of a project
or exams, Tim kicks into superman mode, doing all the laundry, shopping,
cooking, cleaning and dog care. Then when the situation calls for it, we switch.
I am playing that role now while he is working with the Dream Girls cast in
Hell Week.
The last thing I think helped me
get through my first year of law school with relative grace and success
(although what level of success is still to be determined, as I won’t get
grades for another 3 weeks) was the advice that my Oma’s friends Lizbeth and
Anne, whom I consider some of my fairy grandmothers, to make sure I take time
to enjoy being young, married, healthy and free. Generally to, and I quote,
“chill the fuck out”. CTFO became my motto this year. Because of my own high
standards, when I CTFO I am still working my butt off but it helped me remember
to pursue balance in life and law school. I continue to strive for balance as I
look forward to a summer of new, exciting challenges.