This ain't pretty...

Today is one of those days when I just want to quit. Yesterday I wanted to quit too. Actually, this entire week has just snowballed, careening out of control, and crashed into a Friday night when I am thinking about doing anything else on earth except law school.

Here's a thought: Bartending school only takes three weeks, instead of three years; you only work nights; and everybody loves you!

The other option is to spend the rest of the student loan on the Harley Davidson of my dreams, gas it up, point it west, and drive.

Quitting is a real possibility. The best thing about quitting is that it takes so little effort. There are no sleepless nights, no research, no drafting, editing or proofreading involved. Quitting is so sweet because all it requires is nothing. And, while you’re doing nothing, you can also do other things, like watch a ballgame, take a walk, talk on the phone, or sleep. Quitting means you get to be normal again; and normal sounds like a great place to be.

Sleep would be nice. Casual reading would be a luxury. Tonight I temporarily quit being a law student and just vegetated on the couch for a few hours watching mindless tv sitcoms. Now, I feel guilty because I really haven’t quit, and all I did was waste valuable time that cannot be redeemed. Hmmm...guilt may be a side effect of quitting that will need an anecdote.

I find myself envying my classmates who quit. They come by to give us a hug and say, "This is my last day." On the inside I am screaming, "Take me with you!" How brave of them to know that it’s time to quit, and do so. The body, mind, and spirit can only take so much; we all have our limits. I just feel like I have reached mine. The optimist will say, "oh, next week will be better." But, the truth is, all of the optimists looked at the unbelievably demanding syllabi for this semester's classes, and they quit. Now, the pessimists remain to see who can survive ten more weeks of the 1L year briefing dozens of cases per week, preparing motions and briefs, and outlining for class. The sky is not falling, but in the ten weeks that remain, the cold truth is there is no respite. So, do we wait for the official crash and burn (news at 11)? Or do we just quit and cut our losses? Either way, it ain’t pretty.