Friday, May 2, 2014

Finally, something.

Year three has fulfilled its promises. Struggling to get law cases into my head. Rushing to pitch an article just because everyone else was doing the same. Trudging to morning class with barely six hours of sleep. Intense discussion on jurisprudence and hermeneutics (and more long words).

I appreciated the whole thing, sliding from relativism to debating the existence of real truth. This is what I am in school for.

We were told not to be sentimental in poetry. At this point, the only thing that could possibly break my heart would be doing badly in these classes.