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nagi_schwarzI'm trying to be optimistic about it.
Mostly I'm finding out I'm a stupid idiot. Today I went to a class I'm not even in - and I did homework for that class, too. There's been some confusion among we ickle firsties about our legal writing class and what sections we're in. Like a dutiful overachieving Asian student I checked for assignments posted by our professors and did what ones I could find for class today. No big deal.
Then someone told me that those who did not receive an email informing them about the assignment for Legal Writing are actually in the pilot program, also fondly known as Section C. As it turns out, I am in Section C. Which means being at school till about half six in the evening every Tuesday and Thursday. Yay. It'll be like Latin class all over again. I'm not looking forward to completely relearning how to write - and I'm so afraid it'll kill what creative writing I have left in me. I have, however, completely psyched myself out for not doing well on my first paper, so that's all good.
I was called on first thing in Con Law today. I wanted to shrivel up and die. Luckily for me, I did my reading and briefing and so sounded mildly intelligent - not that it matters. The exam is all that matters, right? On top of me realizing that, though I know all of my section by face I don't know them by name, I found out that there are new students in our section. Oh joy head explody. I'd never make a good teacher just for that reason - I can never learn people's names.
We do have new seating charts this semester, which ought to liven things up.
Property was boring, as usual, but I'm doing my best to concentrate and study hard. That class just sort of drains me of all my will.
I stuck around till a quarter to five doing homework. It's a pretty great tactic - Brad was right. If I'm there every morning from eight to five and just take it like a job, I get more done. On the other hand, it feels like a full day's work, and I'm a bloody zombie when I get home. I lazed around reading cheesy girly - but altogether wonderful - manga recommended by Schuldig, who has excellent taste. I read it ALL. And then whatever else I could find on the internet by the same mangaka. I also did some property and even got in a full half hour of kendo.
I did so much and yet I feel like I did nothing. Ack.
Also, there was a grade scare today. A very nice bloke - I think he was a second year - showed us how to find our grades even though they haven't been posted officially. I covered my eyes as I clicked the mouse button to check. I really hope those grades are real.
I'll report them as soon as they are real.
Know this: if they are real, I totally passed.
Now I'm even more nervous. That'll teach me to look.
Mostly I'm finding out I'm a stupid idiot. Today I went to a class I'm not even in - and I did homework for that class, too. There's been some confusion among we ickle firsties about our legal writing class and what sections we're in. Like a dutiful overachieving Asian student I checked for assignments posted by our professors and did what ones I could find for class today. No big deal.
Then someone told me that those who did not receive an email informing them about the assignment for Legal Writing are actually in the pilot program, also fondly known as Section C. As it turns out, I am in Section C. Which means being at school till about half six in the evening every Tuesday and Thursday. Yay. It'll be like Latin class all over again. I'm not looking forward to completely relearning how to write - and I'm so afraid it'll kill what creative writing I have left in me. I have, however, completely psyched myself out for not doing well on my first paper, so that's all good.
I was called on first thing in Con Law today. I wanted to shrivel up and die. Luckily for me, I did my reading and briefing and so sounded mildly intelligent - not that it matters. The exam is all that matters, right? On top of me realizing that, though I know all of my section by face I don't know them by name, I found out that there are new students in our section. Oh joy head explody. I'd never make a good teacher just for that reason - I can never learn people's names.
We do have new seating charts this semester, which ought to liven things up.
Property was boring, as usual, but I'm doing my best to concentrate and study hard. That class just sort of drains me of all my will.
I stuck around till a quarter to five doing homework. It's a pretty great tactic - Brad was right. If I'm there every morning from eight to five and just take it like a job, I get more done. On the other hand, it feels like a full day's work, and I'm a bloody zombie when I get home. I lazed around reading cheesy girly - but altogether wonderful - manga recommended by Schuldig, who has excellent taste. I read it ALL. And then whatever else I could find on the internet by the same mangaka. I also did some property and even got in a full half hour of kendo.
I did so much and yet I feel like I did nothing. Ack.
Also, there was a grade scare today. A very nice bloke - I think he was a second year - showed us how to find our grades even though they haven't been posted officially. I covered my eyes as I clicked the mouse button to check. I really hope those grades are real.
I'll report them as soon as they are real.
Know this: if they are real, I totally passed.
Now I'm even more nervous. That'll teach me to look.
