I officially survived my first week of 2L year. It was enjoyable, challenging, frustrating and exhausting – all at once.
I will note that when I was a 1L, I hated the attitudes of the 2Ls and 3Ls towards us. I promised myself I’d never be that way. This week, I’ve found myself frustrated when they are loud in the library and when they stand in the hallway and block us all from walking to our classes because their room isn’t open yet.
I’m slowly edging into the very same attitude toward them that I received last year…and I can’t stop it. Sort of like how I can’t stop the fact that I’m becoming more like my mother every day.
I guess it’s inevitable. Though…it doesn’t mean I have to be a jerk. I remember what it was like. That was me, last year. I too was terrified, lost and clueless.
But seriously. Get out of the middle of the hallway.