Frog Blog

Law school conventional wisdom suggests the first year they scare you to death, the second year they work you to death and the third year they bore you to death. As a third year, I want to know when that boring part starts. I am ready and waiting.

I have so much going on; school related or school activity related; or career related (yes, the job hunt for October a year from now is already on); or bar application stuff to mention a few.

The only way I know to describe it is like floating chin-deep in a giant bathtub, where the water is still filling up. But I can't reach the knobs to turn the water off, and my toes can't reach the drain to unplug it. No end in sight, and no relief no matter how hard I reach. So, seriously, come on boring part. It'd be great to have time to read the newspaper or enjoy a cup of coffee.

The little things in life matter a lot once you learn you can only stretch time but so far. I miss my friends. And hugs. And beautiful Virginia. And free time. And ant-free days.