I now understand why they call your years in law school 1L, 2L, and 3L. They can make it sound like hell without actually saying the word. And 1L of a year it has been so far. Yet, I am completely in love with law school. I love the challenges it posses, the amazing new people I've met, the University of Idaho, and I love Moscow.
But, as much as I love it...I'm frustrated with it. Law school is a place where, according to my torts instructor, "you don't get to ask questions" and according to my property instructor, "you will get more wrong on quizzes that you get right." Law school is hours reading and briefing, hours sitting in a little box in the library trying to concentrate through the noisy people holding conversations around you, hours of sitting through classes wondering why you didn't think of the questions the smart people in class ask, hours (seemingly, but probably not) checking the MASSIVE amounts of emails every organization in the law school sends you every day.
More than that, it's hours of sitting in class with people just as driven as you, hours spent tailgating, hours spent bar hopping, hours spent barbecuing, hours spent jumping off 30 foot cliffs, hours spent learning how to be a lawyer, hours spent putting in the time to fulfill your dream, hours spent with amazing people, hours.
Several upperclassmen have made mention to the fact that this year's 1L class is exceptionally crazy, loud, and obnoxious. We all work hard, but we play hard too. Going through law school is 1L of a hard time and it's nice to be surrounded by people who understand that sometimes, the books can wait and sometimes, you just have to blow off steam. But just as important, it's nice to be surrounded by people who work as hard as you do and take classes just as seriously. It's a nice change of pace from undergrad to be sure. I'm so excited to be here and finally have the ends to my lifelong dream in sight.
So here's to 1L of a year, and 2 more yet to come.
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