it comes round again

Thanksgiving once again.  I went for my traditional run this morning, but struggled to focus on what I'm thankful for.  This wasn't because I felt ungrateful, but my mind wouldn't settle down on any one thing.  I noted the Christmas tree lot, the closed restaurants, the quiet downtown, and the crowded coffee shop.  But try as I might, I did not locate any quietude inside.

My fourth Thanksgiving as a law student, and my last.  I get the feeling that those around me who are not in law school are tired of hearing about it, and I've discovered that I have little else to say right now.  Just a little while longer, I think, I hope, I fear.

day of reckoning

For those who took the CA bar exam in July, yesterday was the day they got their results.  Each year, as we creep closer to being the ones standing and waiting, the spectre of all that the Bar Exam stands for looms larger and becomes more personal.

This is in part because we know more people now who were waiting for results, and in part because in true narcissistic fashion, we see all through the lens of our own lives.  And we're almost next.  Like lambs to the slaughter, we bleat and moan, but onward we shuffle.