Earlier in the semester the law school hosted a few seminars aimed at helping 1L's cope with different emotions/situations they may encounter in their first year. At first these seminars were presented as optional helpful hint symposiums of sort; however, we soon found out that we were required to attend these insightful lectures. One particular lecture focused on depression. The entire hour was filled with what the symptoms of depression are; what to do if we feel friends are exhibiting these symptoms; what to do if depression escalates to suicide, and so on with more uplifting thoughts.
This particular seminar came early in the semester, and while we all knew that we'd rather avoid depression, we figured law school couldn't be that bad and we'd combat any burgeoning symptoms with heavy drinking, drugs, or a good combo of both.
Today, however, we realized why they deliver these ... warnings? Promulgations? Whatever the right term may be, the speakers accurately pinpointed every single emotion my study group and I have experienced this week, ranging from delusion to suicide.
Last week was our first exam - Civ Pro. The week went by rather efficiently and by the night before the exam we all felt confident enough to go home and relax in front of the tv. This week, though, is different. Contracts is a different beast. And beast is the nice term for what this piece of shit exam really is - a sadistic professor's attempt at watching all of us either squirm, cry or just walk out.
I'm currently writing this from a study room that I arrived to at 8:45 this morning. So, 13 hours later and I honestly don't feel any more prepared for this exam than I did when I went to bed last night.
Sigh....I really miss my job....
