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{Do I look professional?}

My second year of law school is over and I can't believe how quickly it has gone by. I remember the first few days, meeting the people who would become some of my closest friends, who understand every second of the experience of law school. I remember taking my photo id and sending the picture to my grandma and how she responded with such pride and encouraging words. I remember going to my first few classes and feeling like the professors were speaking in another language and feeling like a fraud for being around all these smart people.

Now, law school is somewhat old hat. I know the drill: read, outline, test, repeat. The process doesn't scare me anymore, though I still get that flushed feeling in my stomach when a professor calls my name and my heart beats three times fast the whole time I'm on call and I probably drink more water in that 15-minute quick-fire than I do in the whole 55-minute class. 

Second year was less about fear and more focused on stamina. The tasks piled on (voluntarily, of course, because we're all masochists) and I struggled to juggle it all. Searching for a summer job was exhausting and felt all encompassing and I loathe the process of looking for a permanent job, though I think the experience I had this year will help me when the time comes. Second year was tiring. 

Dan is on the fence, but I think my stress-outs (like freak outs but worse) got better by the second semester of second year. I had a couple, because that's just me during finals, but overall, I felt like I knew what I was doing and came into a c'est la vie kind of existence. Which seems to have worked out so far. 

This summer feels less like summer and more like an extension of being a law student. I know, I know, summers as I knew them will never exist again, and that is a little bitter-sweet. I will say, I feel more sure of the future in this moment than I have in months and that is a good feeling. There are some big things and changes coming up the pipeline for us, but for now it's slowing down, if only a little, and, if nothing else, at least I don't have to take exams at the end of the summer. 

{This is how I celebrated my last final: brut rosé and shack shack. Classy.}

When we went camping {Memorial Day Weekend}

Boone, NC, Appalachian Mountains, Blue Ridge Parkway, 

Great friends, Fires and marshmallows 

I love camping. 

dump.

So, if you look to the right of this post you'll see a list of past months and numbers. Those numbers obviously tell you how many posts written in said month but I think they also tell you how busy my life is (except for those first few months which simply tell you how uninteresting/boring my life was). 

I have been so lax in posting this summer and that probably has something to do with my four summer classes (straight A's, baby!) and two jobs not to mention the fabulous visit with my sister this past week (hence the photo dump). All of these things add up to very little time on my hands. Unfortunately, this time crunch doesn't seem to be letting up in the near future. Fall semester starts next week and I just bought twenty-four books for the occasion. Twenty-four. You can imagine I'll be spending a lot of time on my bum with a book in my hands this Fall. Luckily, that is one of my very favorite places to be. Can you believe Fall is almost here? I'm trying to talk myself out of some insanely-expensive-but-oh-so-gorgeous boots that Fall keeps urging me to purchase. I'm trying to listen to the frugal part of me but it almost seems futile, Fall always wins. 

summertime

It's here. Wanna know how I know? There's watermelon. And barbeque chicken. Mmm. 

I love summer. It tastes so good. 

Also, it's true, that sauce is boss. And hot, white hot (as long as we're using 80's adjectives meaning awesome).