3L

I survived my 2L year.

And I’ve been avoiding the law school ever since. After going there almost every week for a year and a half, it’s been nice to be away from it for a while.

Compared to my 1L year, 2L ended somewhat abruptly. Grades were posted quickly and there was no journal competition tacked on to the end of the year. Quite suddenly I switched from being a 2L to being a “rising 3L.”

That means, of course, that I have only two semesters left; and consequently only two more exam periods. (Let’s not talk about the bar exam.) Finals are a small part of the semester, but being nearly done with them is still a relieving thought.

One of the perks to being a 3L is it’s much easier to answer the question, “How much school do you have left?”, which is an unexpectedly hard query in the middle of a three year degree. Stating I’ll be finished next spring is so much easier than trying to explain I’m somewhere between 1/3 and 2/3 of the way done.

A friend told me last year that during 1L they scare you to death, during 2L they work you to death, and during 3L they bore you to death. That hasn’t quite been my actual experience, but it does roughly parallel the mental experience of law school. 1L was intimidating and intense. 2L was grinding. 3L looks, thus far, like something to wade through in order to get the required number of credits.

But, I have a few months of break before discovering whether the 3L part is true. For now I’ll be staying away from South Henry Street and enjoying the broader delights of Williamsburg and the Mid-Atlantic region.