10.22.2007

My Life As A Caterpillar

So...I've been doing this law school thing for a while now and I'm always amazed at the end of semester frenzy. The general trend in law schools is to give one grade, based on the final exam. We go frantic. We spin our cocoons and isolate ourselves from all but a select few, hoping--fervently hoping--that, after a few months of torture, we will emerge...butterflies of legendary proportions.

Perhaps, then, this is not the most opportune time to start a blog. After all, my cocoon is nearly halfway finished, and I only need to prepare my "quiet area" at home, and ensure my husband knows I love him, before sealing myself off.

But I find myself unspeakably isolated, though I'm around people on a daily basis. I have friends here, to be sure, but no one with whom I've felt a special kinship--a bosom friend, as the inimitable Anne of Green Gables would term the relationship. I left all those in Austin. Perhaps I am naive in thinking that relationships like that come around all the time? After all, my Best Friend in the Whole World (caveat for the husband) is certainly a woman without equal, and those certainly don't happen very often.

So here I am, online. Hoping at the very least to be more visible to, perhaps, my family; the members of which are increasingly scattered. Well...perhaps at the VERY least I just want someone to talk to--even if it is only my computer screen.

Oh my, what a depressing post. That wasn't my intention. I wouldn't wish to give the impression that I am unhappy with my life here in San Antonio. I'm studying what I love and married to him I love best. It's just the friends area that leaves much to be desired.

But for now, I'll wrap myself up, and hope for more opportunity in the real world next semester.

10.22.2007

My Life As A Caterpillar

So...I've been doing this law school thing for a while now and I'm always amazed at the end of semester frenzy. The general trend in law schools is to give one grade, based on the final exam. We go frantic. We spin our cocoons and isolate ourselves from all but a select few, hoping--fervently hoping--that, after a few months of torture, we will emerge...butterflies of legendary proportions.

Perhaps, then, this is not the most opportune time to start a blog. After all, my cocoon is nearly halfway finished, and I only need to prepare my "quiet area" at home, and ensure my husband knows I love him, before sealing myself off.

But I find myself unspeakably isolated, though I'm around people on a daily basis. I have friends here, to be sure, but no one with whom I've felt a special kinship--a bosom friend, as the inimitable Anne of Green Gables would term the relationship. I left all those in Austin. Perhaps I am naive in thinking that relationships like that come around all the time? After all, my Best Friend in the Whole World (caveat for the husband) is certainly a woman without equal, and those certainly don't happen very often.

So here I am, online. Hoping at the very least to be more visible to, perhaps, my family; the members of which are increasingly scattered. Well...perhaps at the VERY least I just want someone to talk to--even if it is only my computer screen.

Oh my, what a depressing post. That wasn't my intention. I wouldn't wish to give the impression that I am unhappy with my life here in San Antonio. I'm studying what I love and married to him I love best. It's just the friends area that leaves much to be desired.

But for now, I'll wrap myself up, and hope for more opportunity in the real world next semester.