In between studying the law and trying to land myself a
decent job before graduation, life has been so fast-paced that I can barely
stop, breathe, and reflect about the comings and goings of my
Last night I had to deal with… relational issues in law school, and how tired I was suddenly
dawned on me.
Sure, I was tired of studying
surviving the daily grind, going into a class unprepared and hoping not to get
called, the whole nine yards.
But I’m mostly tired of having to deal with people’s shit in
law school. I mean, people had to create a Facebook page for airing their
grievances, as if the gossip that swirls around the college isn’t enough. And
that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I’d only meant to blow off some steam to my
partner, when I ended up ranting like crazy.
I guess I should be frustrated that the few friends I gained
in law schools are the ones I’m not sure I can trust 100%.
I’m not by any stretch saying that I’m faultless. In fact, I’m
probably to blame for the most part. I did this to myself: deliberately missing
out on activities, distancing myself, not opening up, and mentally rolling my
eyes whenever one attempts to get ahead of the other (which by the way happened
far more times than I can count).
The point I’m making is that I’m tired. I’m happy, for the
most part, about the progress I have made—how I think I have grown, my perspective towards issues, all that stuff.
But, honestly? If I could turn back time? I suppose I would be a little less
agitated, more focused at the task at hand, and I would definitely stop looking
for love in the wrong places.
But now that four years has passed, I’d say I didn’t do so
bad myself. I’m tired, but I’m good.
