It's a marathon, not a sprint

That's the advice we got at the beginning of law school, and they were right. Fortunately, I'm well accustomed to the marathon of stress, and my endorphins are kicking in about now. My blood pressure is perfect (and it was checked twice today, at two separate doctor's appointments - because I have nothing better to do than sit in waiting rooms) - as if nothing is phasing me.

My little Korean friend has skipped class for two days so I emailed him and he's about to snap. I'm a little concerned about suicide, but he would have already done that, so I'll just keep him talking. He said he just can't handle law school stress. The contracts prof called on him on Friday and he didn't know the answer, and I wonder if that pushed this button?

Me, I'm all used to being wrong. No face to save here for me.

So, I went to the endocrinologist today and fortunately she was quite good. The not so good news is that I need to plan two days to go there for tests sometime in the next couple weeks.

Two days? The first only takes an hour or so, but the second is a 5-hour block of time.

When do I have time for this? On top of the lawsuit, finals, memo?

But, I did take the time to coordinate one of my LSAT prep students to visit school with me on Friday. She is thrilled, so it was nice to make somebody's day.

I think I'm going to give flowers to all my professors on the last day I see them. They've all been such lovely people to me.

Lovely, even though my Torts prof called on me today when he KNEW I didn't want to answer. I looked down at my paper to write notes and he asked me what I think is the hardest question we've been asked all term - it was the roughest case, about exception to the sovereign immunity principle, and he wanted me to extrapolate that to the levees breaching. Am I making a case for him that he's going to go try? I actually did ok, but the best part was when he asked me about another case within the main case that I had sort of skimmed over, and somebody nearby whom I'd never spoken to before told me where to look for what I needed. I appreciated the support, because I knew I wouldn't be allwed to deflect questions since he told me some time ago to develop my "Answer Syndrome." I might actually try to be his research assistant. The pay absolutely sucks, and I don't have ANY time in my schedule, but it would be fascinating, and he would write me good letters of rec.

OK, now two hours to get a weekend's worth of work done before I head to Job #1.

It's a marathon, and I am trained. Watch out world - I got no blisters this time!

Oh, that's why he asked me - because I'm the one encouraging people to ask HIM questions, which he doesn't like. Turnabout is fair play. I guess.