Three weeks in…

…and I think I’ve found my stride.

I may dislike that spending every day with people as weird as me is causing me to go insane, or that I am doing so in what feels like a rescue shelter lacking proper access to the outside world, or even that my library carrel has become my most cherished possession, but I have learned to live in a world of things I have come to despise…

…and though I may not see any light at the end of the tunnel or any fleeting moment of enjoyment in my days, I’m still committed to the self-imposed misery that is law school. I think this means I’ve hit my stride.

Most importantly, I’m not among the two 1Ls that have jumped ship thus far. My prediction: one more next week, and a handful after first semester marks come out.