It is finals time. I knew before I looked up the dates that it was getting close. I wake up with sore jaw muscles and my teeth hurting a little bit from clinching all night long I know it must be that time.
To help with the stress I've taken up running. I know I'm built more like a freight train than a gazelle but that's OK I've got inertia on my side. It also helps to have a school boy crush on a marathon runner who is damn sexy by the way. I've ran a couple times and really like it. I think it'll help with stress and help my brain focus and what not.
Rome wasn't built in a day.
I had a practice oral arguments where I just got shredded. It's OK though, I didn't have much time to prepare and the fact is that the Professor told us how to do it when we go to class. Nevertheless, being the great self flagellator that I am, I beat the shit out of myself. I expect way too much. I want to be good. Not for myself but for my future clients. Especially if I go into public law or something similar. I have to give myself room to learn, even when it means falling down as long as I get up. The more I fall the quicker I get up. I also have to remind myself that the greatness of Rome wasn't built in a day.
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