I shut my eyes for a few moments and woke up in December, or that’s what it feels like. Tomorrow is my last day of class for the term, which started last week, or that’s what it feels like, and my first final is in nine days, which I wish were an eternity because I have a lot to process before that.
I won’t stop marveling at how we are here and now already, how outside it’s cold and there was snow on the ground on Saturday and my pains are dull, except for the pain in my back which ebbs and flows but flows each finals period. Some people feel seasons in their bones. I feel finals in my spine.
The past few months were full of rewarding struggle, of coming to higher ground, of being scared and pushing through the fear. I’m proud of what I’ve learned, and shocked that law school is half over. Time oft speeds, no?
I’ll be putting my head down for the next fifteen days to finish strong. And in twenty-two days, I’m getting on a plane and flying to summer and not coming back for a long time. So to the grind we go.