A study in bipolarocity
I’m still exhausted, but after a fun Contracts class (yes, I think that proves I’m twisted) I’m emotionally doing better than I was earlier today. And I have CivPro shortly which I usually enjoy too–even when it makes my head explode.
See, I actually enjoy my classes. I find myself, every so often, just sitting in a class thinking “I am so lucky to be here–this is FUN!” I had a moment like that in Contracts earlier. I’m pretty sure the prof noticed my odd smile and I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t think I was half-stoned or something. 
Really, except for the pressure of having to do VERY well for the scholarship, it is fun to be here. I may bitch and moan about Legal Skills (a lot) but, when it comes to the substantive classes, I just love the discussion and the thinking that happens. I’m so surprised to see students playing on their laptops during class–even when totally wiped out, my brain wants in the game! I had one day in CivPro where my guts were seriously not a happy camper–before coming to class I had been running to the loo often, sorry “over-sharing” but it matters in the story. Anyway, I told the prof before class that I may run out on him and not to be insulted–that I was ill. Instead of drifting through the class, I stayed glued to my seat and asked and answered questions–mostly forgetting the odd noises and discomfort from below. How could I not? It was fascinating stuff and trying to wrap my head around it, to get the nuances and see how things might work together, or not…I just love it. Who knew issues surrounding personal jurisdiction would be so engrossing, or findings in Property or attempt in Criminal or just about everything in Contracts?!
Oh, and, I have just been approached by the school to possibly blog on their site about my 1L experiences. I guess they want the perspective of a crazy older student…we’ll see. I was happy to be asked, though–not everyone was.
So yes, I’m still up against that wall I mentioned earlier, I’m still utterly exhausted, but now I’m more leaning against it, in a half-loving kind of way. It’s my wall and if it keeps me propped up enough to be conscious for class, then it’s a good thing.