The tide changes

[caela]

Good luck in law school Marquis! I'm sure you'll to well.

P.S. I sympathize with the early hour. My first lecture when classes start this fall is at 8 am which means being up by 6 ( ) if I intend to be there on time.

 

[Xelebes]

Guys can be jerks, women can be bitches.

You aren't a jerk.

Actually, girls can be a jerk since a jerk is not male-identified but rather the derivative of acceleration and time.

 

[snowy ciara]

You'll kick ass Marquis. I am lustful however, of your late start. I have soccer workouts at 5 am, and track at 630 am starting on the 22nd, and regular classes start at nine oclock on the 24th. I'll be thinking of you as I run about a jillion miles thinking "Dayum! I should've gone to law school"

 

[Sir_Winston54]

"Dayum! I should've gone to law school"

You still can.

 

[La Kajira]

Someone wise once told me there was more to being intelligent than college/ no college education.

I think you are frighteningly intelligent, Marquis, and I wish you the best of luck.

 

[DVS]

Law school orientation begins this week, and a summer of fun and frolick is quickly coming to an end.

This year has been quite intense, as all my years seem to be. I have learned a lot, and hopefully taught a thing or two. I have laughed hard, and cried quietly. I have made and lost friends. I have fallen in love, and broken my own heart. I have taken some steps backwards and hopefully a few more steps forward.

If I have any sense, I won't be posting as much as I used to, but good sense has always taken a backseat to impulse and desire in my life.

Nevertheless, something is changing in me and I can feel it. It makes me very sad. With every breath I feel like I am exhaling some part of me that I once loved and will soon be gone forever. Is it youth I'm losing? Innocence?

I try to hold my breath long enough to enjoy one last joint, one last drink, one last meaningless sexual conquest. Eventually the discomfort of stagnation is louder than the soft comforting murmurs of drugs caressing my diseased brain. The tips of the models' fingers start to feel like icicles running up and down my spine.

It seems to be the neverending paradox of my life that the more I have access to, the less my conscience will allow me to indulge in.

I have conquered the world I once wanted a part of, and all its inhabitants. The shadowy corners I once tip-toed into excitedly hold no mystery for me now. Despite this, I haven't felt this much like a child in years. I am at the beginning of a new journey now, and barely looking into the doorway. I am small again, and ignorant. I am back at the bottom of a new pyramid, the lowest link on a new food chain.

But I grow quickly, and I adapt well. I sacrifice mercilessly and I fight with ferocity.

Bring it on.

Man, this happens to everybody...well, everybody who's intelligent enough to understand these things. It's just one of life's stages. It's a form of virginity...a coming of age thing, a changing of the seasons. This too shall pass.

Be one with it...absorb it into your mind, body and soul. Then, get past the melancholy tugging at your heart and get on with your life. If you don't watch out, everybody in your class will be passing you by. Buck up, buckeroo!

As for early classes...my freshman year in college was a strange one. It was very much a "coming of age" time for me. My first class was a general ed class that I had to go to EVERY FUCKING DAY at 6:30 A.M. What class was it? Why, Public Speaking, of course. Can you even talk at 6:30 in the morning? And, at 7:30 A.M. EVERY FUCKING DAY...World History. I learned to hate my student counselor, right fast.

Ah, but the second term, I wised up. I made sure none of my classes started before 9 A.M. Sweet...

God, I just realised my freshman year in college was over 30 years ago. Guess who's feeling melancholy now?

CORRECTION...35 years ago!

 

[Marquis]

Man, this happens to everybody...well, everybody who's intelligent enough to understand these things. It's just one of life's stages. It's a form of virginity...a coming of age thing, a changing of the seasons. This too shall pass.

Be one with it...absorb it into your mind, body and soul. Then, get past the melancholy tugging at your heart and get on with your life. If you don't watch out, everybody in your class will be passing you by. Buck up, buckeroo!

As for early classes...my freshman year in college was a strange one. It was very much a "coming of age" time for me. My first class was a general ed class that I had to go to EVERY FUCKING DAY at 6:30 A.M. What class was it? Why, Public Speaking, of course. Can you even talk at 6:30 in the morning? And, at 7:30 A.M. EVERY FUCKING DAY...World History. I learned to hate my student counselor, right fast.

Ah, but the second term, I wised up. I made sure none of my classes started before 9 A.M. Sweet...

God, I just realised my freshman year in college was over 30 years ago. Guess who's feeling melancholy now?

CORRECTION...35 years ago!

That would make you about 53. You wouldn't be the oldest person in my class.


Thanks for the advice man, I'll try to keep it in mind. There has been kind of a melancholy as you put it, particularly over giving up another opportunity to take this one. Law school is not something you can do with half your heart in it, but well.....

I'll explain later.

 

[snowy ciara]

God, I just realised my freshman year in college was over 30 years ago. Guess who's feeling melancholy now?

CORRECTION...35 years ago!

hugging pervily on DVS

 

[La Kajira]

hugging pervily on DVS

Oh, good idea, ciara!

Hugging pervily... I will have to remember that.

 

[TNRkitect2b]

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

That is all that has kept me going through some of the rougher spots the last few years. A year of co-op, then one last year of school and i'll be done.

I suggest you keep them handy for those long nights of studying.