Memories of Pain Gone Past

I'm sitting in the Law Review office waiting for people to turn in their petitions and have full-blown post-traumatic-stress-disorder-type flashbacks of my own wonderful experience of the two-week hell that is writing onto journals.

Two weeks ago I was in the very same chair waiting for students to pick up their petitions. That was somewhat comical because they had no idea what they were in for. Now, as students drop them off, it is also somewhat comical to see the bleary-eyed exhaustion mixed with relief that their first year is finally over.

To all who have finished, or are finishing their petitions. Congratulations, it's a bitch, but once you're done, at least you never have to be a 1L again.