alone with my mind

I'm an excitable sort of person, and sometimes my passion is overpowering and off-putting to others. This remains true in law classes, where I forget that just because I want to argue the finer points of the interrelationship between risk allocation and standard of evidence does not mean my classmates do. I realize more all the time that I sometimes come across like a child in a tantrum, so focused on the thing at hand as to forget that I shall have to live with those around me after this foment has passed. I so enjoy the engagement that it's hard to remember that others do not, in fact they find it unpleasant.

I also think that having had a few years of law school now, I feel more confident in both my right to state my opinion and my right to be as wrong as I care to be.

These make for a dangerous cocktail, one that I would be wise to consider carefully lest I alienate my fellow sojourners. I want to play with this law, to manipulate it with my hands, to look at it this way and that, and to fling mud about in the process. I miss the days when Peter, Jean and Abigail were there to do this thing with me but we have all gone our separate ways.