Law students all around me are frantically gathering their books and heading off to their 11 o'clock class. Some are attempting to scan the last few pages of the reading assignment, hoping that important words will jump out at them. Others have either finished or given up. Two or three of these people are about to be called on. If they're not prepared they'll be skewered.
I am reminded of my first year here. The weight of all the reading had a devastating effect on me. The only way I can describe it (and unfortunately it makes me sound like a big drama queen, which I guess I am) is that it was like getting beat up. A gang of thugs pummeling me, on a daily basis. And then they dragged my body through the streets.
I don't think about it too much anymore. There isn't too much to do except put it behind you, and hope that you haven't changed much.
And sometimes I slip into the mind set that everyone more or less adopts: I DID IT, YOU CAN TOO, GET TO CLASS. But when I remember what it was like, I don't feel that way. I know that some of the people I see here (and their families at home) are really struggling. And I hope they are ok.