The Spot

Ok, this is getting freaky.
After 2 complete days of real law class I'm already beginning to forget what life was like pre-law. What did we talk about? What did I do? How did my undergrad professors fill so much time? I was skipping along my torts assignment when I suddenly thought to myself: "Sarah... why is this interesting?" Unfortunately, thinking about why I apparently like law has the effect of destroying the enjoyment. Have you ever gotten into a car and tried to think about every individual action? It's impossible to drive well, if at all. Well, trying to analyze myself is like that.
I'm getting derailed. Point is. It's greeaaat. I feel like I've always been here, and I've always belonged. I don't have time to breathe, let alone time to eat. Which is why is was so great that
a) the pro bono student society provided us with free pizza for lunch
b) my torts professor brought a torte to class. Mmmm, chocolate cake.
c) the dal debaters are feeding me pizza for supper.
Doesn't anyone ever pay for food around here?
24 days 'till Thanksgiving. Horray.

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