Ok so not a lot of beautification, but there is a fair amount of prep. Then again, I’m not really trying to get sponsors (is that even allowed?).
In order to prepare for the Games I’ve started building up a “healthy living” routine so that I don’t make a complete mess of myself once the semester gets in full swing.
Now, anyone that knows me knows I don’t spend a long time in front of the mirror. Just enough to do the essentials (wash face, quick make-up, blow dry hair, straighten hair, etc.). That really hasn’t changed. In fact, I may be spending even less time since I usually wear my hair curly in the summer. It’s useless to fight the humidity of Tennessee in July.
What has changed is the working out portion of my life. Before I went to Malibu, I’ll be honest, I didn’t do a great job at keeping up a regular workout routine. But when I went to Malibu and worked in the kitchen everyday straight for a month I built up some muscle.
Correction, I built up a lot of muscle.
I don’t want all of that work to go to waste, so I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping up with a cardio and weight lifting (well, with resistance bands) routine at home. While I know that it will be harder to maintain that when I’m busy with classes and all the extracurriculars I will add to my life, I’m ready for that challenge.
One of the main things I hear from anyone I talk to about going to law school is to make sure to keep up with a workout regimen, just for the stress-reducing perks alone. I’m lucky that my apartment building this fall has an amazing (small, but awesome) workout room and I don’t have any classes before 10:30 AM.
The Games may weaken me (or turn me into a sloth) and drive me to comfort food (or very little food) so I’m going to do the best I can to be fit and healthy before they even start.
I just returned from a month-long summer staff position at a Young Life camp in Canada called Malibu Club. It was fantastic! I worked in the kitchen all month (not so fantastic) and met lifelong friends while experiencing the joy of watching kids learn about Jesus and give their lives to Him.
Malibu Club is in the middle of nowhere, so I had zero access to outside information (no phone, no internet, etc.). When I returned to the real world and turned my phone on I was greeted with the fact that my classes for this Fall were posted.
A class schedule is very much like the training schedule for the victors. If surviving classes and finals are our versions of the Games, the class schedule is our guide to training. Unfortunately, I do not get to master subjects like camouflage, archery, or knot-tying. This Fall I will be taking Criminal Law, Civil Procedure, Lawyering Process I, and Torts. I can hardly contain my enthusiasm (ok, there may be a little sarcasm there; but I’m also truly excited).
One of the most surprising aspects was my near panic attack when I saw my classes. Suddenly the fact that I was a 1L was so very real, and the feeling of my impending doom began to spread throughout my body.
Luckily, before the final battle, we have an entire semester to master the material (and by master I mean learn enough not to fail).
My sister, who just finished her 1L year, told me some advice that I chose as my new mantra: “Stupider people than you do it every year.”
Every year thousands of young Americans (and students of other nationalities) say to themselves, “hey, I think I’m going to go to law school”. Are those students aware of the consequences of their decision? Some are, some are in for a giant surprise. I think that most of the “events” that happen in the law school process can be compared to the Hunger Games series and through this blog I’m going to try to do just that. Also, it’s much more fun to talk about it like this than sticking to the pure reality. So here it goes…
One part in every potential law student’s journey is the Reaping.
It’s that time when they put their name into all their desired institutions’ acceptance/rejection pools. The difference between us and children in Panem? We want our names to be picked. We want the chance to endure that special level of hell called 1L year.
My reaping process can be seen on my other blog (Finding Joy) but here are the highlights:
Now that the reaping is over and the arena has been chosen I’m ready for the next part of the games.