It feels so strange walking around the law school without the familiar faces of the people I entered law school with. It's kind of depressing and it constantly reminds me of one small but obvious fact: Things will never be the same! Officially I feel like my "traditional" law school experience is over- although I have rarely been a "traditional" law student with commuting 2 hours one way, getting married and taking a semester off to have a baby. But still, those people I bonded with are gone.
I'm stuck in a sea of new faces. These people will have no idea what I mean when I go all 1L contracts professor on them by pretending to shoot them with my finger gun. They won't laugh when I blurt out the name of crazy kid who was caught throwing snowballs and was almost kicked out of law school for inappropriate student body presidential campaigns. They won't know what I'm talking about when I reminise over evil and infamous Property professor who wasn't hired back because of how much she was the devil. My law school history had been wiped out because there is no one, besides me, that is here to remember.
Also, all my old friends are out traveling the world or starting new jobs and I'm sitting in front of That Guy II- he spits when he talks and I can feel the spit bubbled landing on the back of my neck- ew! To make it worse, I have to remind EVERYONE ELSE that I'm a 4L because in each class we had to go around the room and say our name, our level and "something about ourselves." (Notice how no one ever really says anything about themselves-- like I love horsies and disco or I am an alcoholic or I haven't washed my underwear in a week-- it's all rather cryptic and general like-- I'm from Seattle or I went to Pretentious University.)
Well in one class, I got tired of saying I was a 4L- so I proudly claimed to be a "Super 3L" and that this was my last semester. I was waiting for the professor to chuckle or comment on my Super status. But he didn't. Then I realized the whole class probably thought I meant I was graduating a semester early rather than late and now they think I'm a jerk for proudly bragging about it and calling myself "super." Fail.
I still haven't received enough books in the mail to actually do my homework this week and I have no excuse because I'm a 4L and I should know better (right?). And I realized I just spent $70 for the wrong book anyway.