The Break

It’s so hard to work on Fridays. Michele took me to a free Korean buffet at the Baptist student center and any thought of working before contracts went out of my head. Now we are all gathered in the student lounge, each spending the moments before contracts in our own non-academic way. Ilene is pretending to read twenty thousand pages ahead, but either she has phenomenal concentration, or she’s getting nothing done. Patrick is playing fantasy baseball. Michele and Rebecca are watching movie trailers trying to decide what to rent tonight. Breck, Susie, and Carla are crowded around one computer, designing engagement rings on shaneco.com. Jennifer is perusing overstock.com and a few tables away Tyson is lost to his ipod. I personally was checking out Florida law schools, thinking of transfer before deciding to blog. At least blogging makes me feel somewhat accomplished. I’m not quite sure why. This is what happens in a law school when it’s Friday afternoon, we have one class left for the afternoon, and the memo to determine our whole grade in one class is due in seven days. You push and push and then you just sort of reach this point where you need to breathe. But you never know when that moment is going to come. I kind of wish it came later, when I would be able to play my banjo or read a book. Instead I will be working all evening to make up for these few hours of breathing.