Tomorrow this nightmare known as finals will finally be over, and though I am thrilled, I am kind of getting cold feet about rejoining the world. I must admit I went out on Friday night for 20 minutes since a friend was visiting from out of town and was at a bar 4 blocks from my apt, and it was not pretty.
I got a beer (GASP) and tried to stand at the bar with my friends and the other boys watching the girls dance to that lovely lady lumps song, but something just wasn't right, and it wasn't the fact that I was at a bar with girls inside. It was that I hadn't seen normal people in so long that I was just so unsure about so many things. Like for instance, I forgot that people actually wear nice things when they leave the house, or that they shave, or that their dermatologists actually fix their break outs.
Also, I really had nothing to say since I haven't had many non-outline related experiences recently. "I STARTED A BLOG," I remember blurting out at some point, but that is just not a cool thing to say to people whom you have not seen in many months. Because then you are not just a nerdy law student, you are a nerdy law student blogger. When they were like, "Well, you're almost done," I recall saying something like "YES BUT THEN I HAVE TO DO A WRITING COMPETITION," which also sounds extremely uncool to an unwitting non-law school friend. "What do you win?" they inevitably ask, clearly thinking this thing is optional. "TWO YEARS OF CITE CHECKING," I think I said, but really, I have no clue. It was all a blur. I just remember that no one laughed.
Anyway, I hope you all (and I) fare better tomorrow night when you inevitably drink too much because your tolerance is gone and wake up in the dorms even though you don't live there. Just remember to take your blue-books with you, because not being able to read it during your walk of shame would really suck.