Tripping in Heels

Oh yeah…this blog was supposed to be about me going to law school.  Amazing how getting pregnant literally takes over everything!  But seriously, lately baby-related stories are way funnier and better than law school stories.  I mean, I just started my third year.  School, school, and more school.  Not the most interesting topic.  I had a three-week break in-between summer school and the fall semester and it was definitely not long enough.  Oye!

But last night as I was driving home I suddenly got sentimental.  I realized that someday I will actually miss law school.  Now wait, I don’t mean miss all of the reading, lectures, driving, and studying…but I’ll miss the people.  I have been so fortunate to have a great class.  We all get along.  No one is sleeping with anyone else (that I know of), we all help each other out, and we all laugh endlessly. 

The evening program is great because everyone has a very busy work day and most people have significant relationships and/or families.  We all live like three lives but when we’re together we just get to be students.  Everyone supports each other and we are all constantly amazed that any of us can get through the long days we pull.  But I think part of it comes from all that support.  Our families and friends cheer us on and help out at home, but at school we all encourage each other because why in the world would anyone choose this life on purpose?!  It is crazy. 

Someday my focus will shift again.  I’ll be finished with school and my family will need me to support them again.  Poor Craig will gladly hand back over the household reigns for a while I’m sure.  And I’ll want to be with Craig and my sweet baby every night after work.  I’ll want to start new projects and focus on my career.  It’s exciting, but it sort of makes me sad to think that I won’t see my school friends every day.  They’ll all be doing the same thing I will.  I know we’ll run into each other at events and our lives in law school will become this really weird dream we all can’t believe we had.  I remember some of that from undergrad.  Everyone went their separate ways, but it was like we all had this cool secret that we shared. 

Hopefully the inside jokes will never die and we’ll all stay in touch to some degree.  The stories will all start with “remember that time…,” and we’ll start to forget how torturous school really was and just remember the good times.  Law school is hard and crazy and exhausting, but in the end I’ve made some amazing friends.  Makes it all worth it somehow.