It usually takes something really boring to get me inspired enough to do something random like start a blog. That boring something just happened to be studying for the MPRE this weekend. To be honest, the idea of blogging is something that has been festering in my mind for quite some time now. I did blog for a while in college, and re-reading old posts can be both refreshing and horrifying at the same time. It leaves no doubt in my mind that no matter how mature I thought I was at the time, I was still just an 18 year old kid with a chip on his shoulder and a bat to swing with. I'm 24 now. And I think I'm mature too. But in all likelihood I'll look back upon this blog as well and blush a deep red over my inanity in years to come.
The MPRE is a chore. It's not quite like other law school subjects. I've gotten so used to studying rules of law that it seems odd to study an entire body of rules that are basically schoolyard do's and don'ts. Don't buy property from a client. Don't solicit to people who just got into a car crash. Don't squeal on your client. It seems like all you have to do is apply some common sense and yet, there are is a multiplicity of rules that require a twist in logic. It's not always about what is right or wrong.
Today is Halloween. October 31st. The scariest day of the year. But every day has become scary to me. It's just that today I get to dress up in something other than anxiety and worry. I get to cover up my fears of failing out of my last year of law school with a cape. I get to obscure my insecurities about becoming a first year associate underneath a spandex suit. And I get to avoid my concerns about taking the bar by putting on red boots. All around me, classmates and peers are scrambling to find stability for the future. For most, the type of work doesn't even matter- so long as we have a place to call employment, we seem content to stop and count our blessings. To take a breath.
