The End of an Era

Throughout the day, I've seen different variations of "This is my last day of class EVER!" status updates on my Facebook feed.  My last day was actually yesterday, but the concept hasn't actually sunk in yet, that I'm done with law school classes FOREVER.  Granted, I still have two finals, my thesis to edit, and my defense to take care of in the next coming weeks, but one part of the process is actually done.

I had my final client interview for the SBC on Tuesday and I think that as the beginning of the end for me. That class, by far, took up most of my time (and was probably the root of most of my stress).  The meeting went off without a hitch and my supervising attorney had a lot of positive comments for me at the end.  She told me that I'd make a really great attorney someday; I'm not gonna lie, that definitely made my day.  I realize it sounds cheesy, but sometimes I need to be reminded why I spent the past three years of my life being broken down and then built back up again by law school (all the while going deeper and deeper into debt).  Getting a little ego boost doesn't hurt.  Quoting Conan O'Brien from his comedy tour, "You have no idea how shallow I am."

It's so weird that this whole experience is really coming to an end.  I mean, you know it's gonna happen, but back when I was a 1L, graduating from law school seemed like a dream.  There was still so much work ahead, so much to learn, that I never really thought I'd ever make it to this point.  And here I am, three years later and one month away from walking across the stage (in my wizard costume) to get my JD.  Wow...

Not only am I finished with law school, but I'm done with school altogether.  When I graduated from college, I knew that even though I was taking the next year off, I still had several more years of school in my future.  And even as far back as middle school, I knew I'd be going to law school.

I bought that sweatshirt back when I was in high school.  I used to wear it all of the time because I was so sure that I'd be going to the UO.  It's so weird, how even though I've gone from LA to DC and back to LA again, my path still led me back to Oregon.  Granted, I'm still ready to pack the car and speed down to California at a moments notice, but it's funny how things work out.

Okay, the major nostalgia trip will have to wait until graduation in a month.  I have a weekend of studying and editing to focus on.  Oh, and a half-marathon to run on Sunday.  So, just a typical weekend.  :)