Tomorrow, Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the first day of classes. Law school classes. Torts at 9.30 is my first class

The sense of impending doom/terror has lessened, in great part due to the Orientation (4 days long) and the friendliness of my new group. My hesitation in front of introductions and first conversations quickly passed, and soon enough I found my own two feet. Asserting myself and my quirks quickly enough.

People have yet to comment on my squeak though - I squeak when I laugh and according to some calculations, my laugh has seven or eight different permutation.

In more than one way, it does feel good to start over again though. Meeting people who don't know the ins and outs of your own psyche maybe better than you do yourself. To establish your personality in a new way. It's an interesting feeling but refreshing. I've come out of senior year, stronger than I was before - with experiences that in the end were worth their torture and deeper friendships to count on. Every once in a while, I find myself smiling because all of a sudden I can recognize from where I have that new sense of identity, new strength. I can recognize some new traits that hadn't been there before or at least I had never noticed them. Some aspects of 'me' have come into their own finally. They've finally matured. My looks might not have changed since I left high school but my perception of myself definitely has. Although, I shouldn't be so surprised.

Now, all I have left to do is figure out how to carry three huge (and very heavy) casebooks and binders....