…but there’s a catch, the South Royalton sun sets by 5:30pm. This neat mountain trick makes it easy to sleep late and hard to wake early. Grrr…week eleven is exposing the gruff underside of my otherwise cheery disposition. Chilly winds and teeny tiny power outages, keep it interesting in between short term snow blasts and eerily warm days. The multivitamin was made for days like these.

We have moved quickly through midterms and are flying through the in between, barreling clumsily into finals and the coveted Christmas break. To be brutally honest, there were bumbling victories and unsteady reassessments following this first set of measurements. I am starting to sense some correlation between what I read, write, discuss and are expected to understand.

I’m in the home stretch now. Thanksgiving used to be the tofu-rkey stuffed start of the holiday season. This year it’s a guilt-free, mid week break and the ramp up for the last push of the semester. I’m back in NYC for the vacation and ironically, I feel a bit alien here, LMAO. My torts professor often makes jokes about this process, this education, as a corruption of sorts and yikes…he’s may be right. Although, it depends, on who you ask, like everything else in the law school corridor.

The kicker is that I am privileged to be here, and I know this. I’m blessed to be pressed, squeezed and uncomfortable because just like puberty, this is the way it works. On the plus side there are only 13days, 328 hours, 19737 minutes and 1184200 seconds left until I’m halfway to where I want to be and are poised for forward motion.

ttyl,