All Right Until the Rising Sun

Here I am, back in the saddle, and my overwhelming first observation is one of ease: school goes so much more smoothly as someone who has been through it before. 2L year is a breeze of waltzing into school and laughing at 1Ls freaking out in the hallways. This year I have an office in the basement of the school - in it, we get to write the script for the law school musical or, more likely, sit around and pretend like we're going to do work when we actually won't be. I like the idea of having an office. It's great for when I don't actually want to be around anyone at school, or for when I need to really pound the books for an hour. You know, like I should be right now.

It is different, though, this 2L business. Professors expect insight instead of ignorance, studiousness instead of stupidity. And though I think I'm capable of each, I'm still struggling with how to shine the best that I can. I may just be a small person quietly Bluebooking or researching her tiny section of a bench memo, but I'm hoping that this year will let me figure it all out.