It’s that time of the semester again. Finals are coming up in three weeks or so, and I’ve got plenty of material to review. It’s gratifying to know that I have as many friends as I do that are supporting my choice to go to law school. Everybody seems so sure that I’ll make it. Whenever I talk about the future with my friends, they speak about my success as an attorney in absolute terms. There’s never any talk of “if” when it comes to my life. It’s always a matter of “when.”

That kind of positive support has kept me on my feet for the entirety of my first year in law school, but I just wish sometimes that I had the kind of faith in myself that my friends have shown in me. These days, it feels like I’m operating more by fear than by fearless optimism. Somewhere in the middle is where I’d like to be, but I guess nobody’s perfect. Maybe this ulcer-ridden, lethal-blood-pressure-inducing state of mind is what will drive me to succeed. If that really is the case, then what I want to know is, how long does it take for the human mind to adapt to extreme anxiety? Like, for example, when do you suppose I’ll stop wanting to hurl myself in front of a speeding train whenever I think about civil procedure?

That’s a highly individual thing, so I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Catch you guys in a bit.