The ability to step back and reflect on the experience has been something on an ever-contracting appendix. Minutes thrown about in the most precise manner – And yet at the end of the day few things seem orderly.
But today it is over. My final exam on property law, taking just under four hours to complete has been conquered. But the war has just begun. I now face a long break, employed in a new entity, anxiously awaiting the second semester.
My nerves were raw, my brain turned to sludge, and my emotions 3 seconds away from utter capitlation.. But at the end of the exam today I had a very simple thing I wanted to do – To talk.
I wanted to talk law with people whom don’t engage themselves therein. I wanted to talk about sledding in early winter. I wanted to talk about running cross-country. Anything -Just something to get the knotted tensions out of my own head. Inculcate my inherent feeling of insanity upon another.
When you have someone you can do this with, they become more than a friend. To say they are a sounding board is a brazen mistake, but at times all they have to do is listen. They are someone whom you can talk with, talk to, and understand until eternity.
I have few of these people in my life, but tonight I talked to a few of them. They understand me. They give me their shoulder when it is needed, and they never ask why.
At the end of this pandemonium, I vest in simple passions. Running. Reading. And the ability to yearn for something that was so challenging that is now behind me.
I wish I was still in the classroom studying criminal and property law. It conveyed a distinct sense of understanding, as esoteric as it was. I felt as if a trade was being acquired. Something far beyond the realm of undergraduate education.
For within the last week I have thrown everything I could at it. The mountain was grand, but the insane drive to surpass the mediocre was irrevocable.
The drive is not solitary. It requires unyielding support and understanding. And I have received it.
