It's October already. Classes started more than a month ago and it's been a smooth ride so far. I get no grades until after my final exams - which are not til December, and then it still depends on my professors. So without any tangible grades and only my vague impressions of what my professors think of me, I can say that I feel good about how I've done so far. I've had a few hiccups along the way - slight faux-pas, misunderstandings, ridiculous nights, emotional and physical struggles but nothing strong enough to knock me off my feet, yet.
My group of friends are a quirky group. The trend seems to be "looking much younger than my age". Three are over the age of 25, when I placed them at being not much older than 22 - 23 at most. Another theme is our maturity level. Or lack of it at certain times?
All of us are in law school, we're obviously qualified to be where we are. We all have very different backgrounds - one spent two years in Ghana for the Peace Corps, another lived in Costa Rica, another in Cuba, another worked as a campaign fundraiser/advisor, another worked as a PE/History/Geography middle school teacher - You can see what I mean. We're all very friendly, we're all extremely helpful and quirky.
Our school trumpets how comfortable and kindly the atmosphere is, "We're not cutthroat like other schools" is the constant refrain. And it's true. We're not. Except when we need to be. This past week I participated in a Dispute Resolution Competition. I had signed up thinking that I would get further information; instead, a friend of mine told me that we were partners. There was a little bit of a mix-up in the scheduling but after things were smoothed out, we started preparing. Our first assignment was to negotiate a contract between a unversity's newly founded institute and an economics guru slated to run the program. The second assignment was to negotiate a deal with a union representing the university's TAs. After 8 minutes of negotiations, we would stop and self-reflect by telling the judges what we thought of our performance and receiving feedback. The feedback was incredibly invaluable. The judges quirky and funny.
On an another note, I've been writing this post since last Saturday. Stealing a few minutes here and there writing little snippets.
This past weekend was uneventful but productive. I spent all of Saturday with a friend of mine outlining Contracts and trying to resist the cuteness of his newly adopted puppy. She is beyond adorable with a floppy ear and lolling tongue - she can get away with anything. I also decided to make my friend an Italian music mix... I never realized how ecletic/stereotypical my music collection is. I rediscovered my Backstreet Boys collection and the music mixes made by my 'sister' Mari. Flashbacks to the past and the troubles of seventh grade nearly knocked me off my feet. Life was so simple back then. It was perfect.
Can I go back to that? Where life revolved around my grandmother, my two best friends (now 'sisters'), and our little world of silly-stupid middle school drama?
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