The "Dear God I'm Going to Fail at Life" Freak-Out of the Week (It's Only Monday)

Buster Bluth-Arrested Development

I realize that I'm not the only 3L on the verge of graduating from law school without a job, but sometimes it feels that way.  This afternoon it all just seemed to hit me like a ton of bricks...actually, a ton of bricks with sharp, possibly dirty needles sticking out of them, being swung at me repeatedly:

You're about to graduate.  BOOM!!!

You're about to spend two months studying for the California Bar Exam.  POW!!!

You don't have a job lined up and don't have many legal contacts in Southern California.  KABLAM!!!

And now for the kill shot: You may have to move back to Cottage Grove.  DEAD.

It's hard to come back from a genuine freak-out like that, so I've been sitting around my apartment in a funk, attempting to study for my last final on Thursday.  I keep trying to remind myself that if history is any kind of accurate indicator, things tend to work out for me eventually (I made it through law school, didn't I?), so I just need to make it through these moments and move on.  I found a little comfort in a quote on one of the other blogs I read, so I think if I just keep going back to that when I start to feel another meltdown start to bubble up, I won't waste valuable study/job hunting time in the fetal position, plotting my escape to another country and eventual identity change (I wonder how I'd look as a blond...).

P.S.- Why did I use Buster Bluth's picture for this post?  Because like me, he's a professional student who has yet to do anything meaningful with his degree(s).  And he's also prone to anxiety attacks.  We're like kindred spirits...except for the whole losing a hand to a loose seal thing.  But other than that...