The semester and I started off on friendly terms. I love my classes and I love my job(s). There's plenty of opportunity to do some fun things like get some summer work, law review (at our school, any 2L may apply to the ed. board position), fun with friends, all that jazz.
I don't know what I said to piss it off, but the semester just sort of went postal on me. It snapped and attacked. I wasn't prepared. I thought we were friends. It started poking me in the ribs, which was annoying, but then it just punched me in the face. I was a little stunned, but before I could recover, it threw me to the ground and started the kicking.
At this point, I'm sort of hoping I can make strategic use of the fetal position to protect my most sensitive bits until it's all over.
Wait, I thought you were almost done? It's so hard to keep track of where everyone is in school. But anyway, 2L was the same for me -- a kick in the nards. You'll make it through and then the sailing is much smoother. Ur, well, there's that job hunting thing, but it didn't seem to be quite as much of a problem for some people...
Anyway, I hope the fetal position does the trick. An option that sometimes also worked for me was just to kick back.
Huuuuu...well here's a *wink* from down on the ground and a look that says we have no other choice but to hang in there. (To be uber-dramatic.)
Help to know you're not alone? Hopefully:)
It does help a bit, knowing that I'm not the only one. Of course, in my case it's my own damn fault. I more or less picked a fight with the semester. Maybe I don't need to try for law review, work several jobs, take 6 classes, and all that stuff.
You're right, at this point, it's a done deal.
Of course, things should be much better next week. Didn't I say that last week?
You did say that last week.. several times.
And I have come to the conclusion that your problem is that this semester is jeallous. I too thought I was doing just fine, and would be well settled. Then I started hanging with friends a little bit, and doing some things I previously (read: until this semester) didn't really even have time to think about. That was when the violence started for me. I think I will crawl back into my cubicle, where I am told I belong, and ride this out.