The issue with living with a couple of non-law-students is they don't realize what a pressure cooker finals can be & they expect you to continue on as you normally would in your social interactions with them (read: eating out, running to store, watching last episode of CSI) that during the semester you can schedule in & then I can read my last 10 pages of Evidence before class. NO.
Finals. Suck.
So Leah found out that she is preggers y'day (hooray!!!!) but she wants me to talk, and talk, and talk about it ad nauseum...and I really must study for my evidence final. I need to run away - but I don't feel like I can go to campus b/c all the 1Ls are there & they automatically raise my anxiety level. They are like wee balls of stress. I remember those days. Not fondly. But I'm a wise 3 L now & I don't exactly freak out over finals, I DO need to study for them & they are FAIRLY PIVOTAL. Ugh. It's so difficult to convey the magnitude.
And today I am really feeling the 15/20 (depending on the day) pounds I have put on this year. No - I didn't put it on my first year, nor my 2nd...just the 3rd. Summer sent me into a tailspin & now I'm working my way through this & I'm getting fatter. Must fix that before Europe. Incidentally - a classmate does Birkram Yoga in Minneapolis & I'm going to go with her. The cost will be SO worth it.
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