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.”