Last day of class

I feel many emotions today on this, the last day of my law school classes. But I’ll just say this: for the last three years, law school consumed me like nothing else ever has. And somehow, without me even noticing until yesterday, it’s over.

Just like that.

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SF Cable Cars

 Paintings by Christopher Clark - the first one is a perfect depiction of how I remember my first several cable car rides. 

My first semester of law school took a pretty serious toll on my complexion, and after a few weeks I had scheduled an appointment with a dermatologist near Union Square. I had to visit once a month for checkups, and then be across the city for my 9:00 am classes. While I don’t miss the acne, or having them steal my blood (to monitor liver function, etc.), I do miss the early-morning cable car. I would arrive just as the sun was rising, and spend ten minutes riding through San Francisco, just me and the cable car conductors. And I don’t care how touristy or slow or kitchy they are, I love them. They remind me of what it felt like to move here, and I feel so unspeakably lucky to be in such a beautiful place.

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Fog,

view from my library (looking out across the panhandle of Golden Gate Park) 

The first night I walked home from USF campus, the fog was rolling down Fulton Street like it was the villain in a horror movie. Visibility was, like, fifteen feet, and I had the overwhelming feeling that I couldn’t see where I was going (in life generally or past Golden Gate Park). Well, I’m 101 days from graduation, and a lot has changed since that first week of school. First, I know more about parol evidence, and second, the fog doesn’t depress me anymore. When I walk into the library on foggy mornings it’s very comforting, like a blanket covering the sleeping city.

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