I've been going around in sort of a daze this last week, something that will change, I hope, with this week. Somehow it seems like none of it's real. To start off, I got good grades. I was expecting to pass and all that, but I did far better than I ever thought I would.
That alone hit me pretty hard, it was kind of hard to concentrate, but in addition to that, a job opportunity is kind of in the process of falling into my lap. I'll spare you the details, but for a while I was expecting something to mitigate my good fortune (I'm sorry, Mackenzie, but I accidentally screwed up on the grading sheet and switched your grade with someone else. You actually did far worse than you think you did.) As it turns out, I have a job interview on Wednesday. For a legal job. And it would start right away at about 10 hours a week, which I can handle.
Professor Contracts I told us that if we weren't working harder than we ever had in our lives, we weren't working hard enough. I can only assume that she was right and that the 14-hour days, 6 days a week I put in the first semester are paying off, but I still am in a sort of shock about it. I'm doing stuff like putting the remote control in the refrigerator I'm so scattered. (I haven't done that, exactly, just stuff like that.) Maybe this whole being a lawyer thing will work out after all. Maybe I really will be the first person in my family to really choose something I love (and I do love the law) to do for a living.
It's a nice idea. So maybe I should get back to doing my reading.
