Remember the first day of middle school?
You wake up and you're really nervous because you have no idea what to expect. A million thoughts race though your head as you pack all your newly acquired school supplies (including the uber-cool Trapper Keeper notebook you had to beg your parents to buy; You know the one I'm talking about, with the Killer Whale defiantly cresting a wave on the cover).
You feel a knot in the pit of your stomach and the anxieties begin to swell:
What if my teachers hate me?
What if my clothes aren't cool enough?
What if nobody talks to me and I end up eating lunch alone with that crazy kid that eats glue? No Richard, I won't trade you my snackpack for that bottle of elmer's!
Well, my first day of law school kinda felt like that.
My alarms (all three of them) sounded simultaneously, producing an ear-splitting harmony. I was on edge. I drove to school on pins and needles, as I worried about about the stupidest things...
Did I wear the right socks? No, of course I didn't! How could I have been so foolish?!? I should've worn the black ones instead of the grey ones. Now everybody is going to laugh at me and call me sock-boy for the next three years. I'm ruined! (Some hyperbole added)
But when I finally arrived at school, things were very different than I anticipated. Everybody was really nice. The faculty were friendly and my classmates looked just as nervous as me. Perhaps I'd been too intimidated by law school...
This blog is the chronicle of my first year in law school. I'm new to blogging, so forgive me if I have already butchered the accepted blogosphere etiquette. I envision this as an opportunity for interested readers to see through the eyes of a 1L and get a taste of what it's like to be a student at the Brandeis School of Law.
This year, I invite you into my story. If you're interested, you can tag along.