Tripping in Heels

Yes, this is going to be a bitch session.  If you’re not in the mood to hear one then please go read something more entertaining.  I’m sure some celebrity is dead or divorcing…and that would be way more fun that reading about my pathetic life.  Enter the pity party…

I’ve hardly written about school this semester because it SUCKS.  My classes have been overwhelming, difficult, stressful, and boring.  I had such high hopes for Con Law, but blech, it has sucked too.  My professors are weird and one is screamy, and that just makes my days looooong.  We have one week of classes left.  One week.  And then finals.  shudder.  I can’t even begin to explain how much crap I have to learn in the next few weeks.  And one professor is behind so she just sent us the rest of the semester’s material and is all “oh yeah, learn this for finals too.”  Oh sure, lady.  In all my freakin’ spare time!!  And this same professor sent out an email Sunday night to say that our final exam is going to be 4 hours and 10 minutes long.  She threw in the extra ten minutes to read the exam because it apparently takes ten minutes to read the instructions.  Oh, and the exam starts at 6:30 PM.  I will be typing some stupid essay until almost 11:00 p.m.  My fingers are probably going to fall off!!  And I’m NOT being dramatic.  I also have an exam that afternoon for some stupid one-hour class I’m taking.  That professor is thinking of making our one-hour exam a two-hour so the questions aren’t worth as many points.  Oh gee thanks!!  You made my freakin’ day.

Now I know that I volunteered to go to law school.  I was excited and passionate about it.  I DO want to become a lawyer.  But, holy crap I’m so tired of school.  And I still have a year and a half…including summers.  And I get it.  Some day this will all be over and I’ll have a life back.  I won’t feel guilty talking to my mom because “we neverrr seeeee you anymoooore.”  And I’ll be able to attend happy hours and kickball games (as a spectator, NOT a player…sheesh, I don’t do sports).  But until then I will be working, driving, law schooling, bitching, and moaning.  I just want this semester to be over and for me to have survived it.  I don’t know if I’m gonna make it out…you know, with passing grades.     

And summer school starts in a month.  ohmygod.