A former life revisited
So, I left for [hometown] Friday after class and it helped me clear my head. Two and a half days where I turned my cell phone off and two and a half days of absolutely no law school related stuff. I don't really go back to hometown much- maybe once a year at the most, but I loved absolutely every moment of it.
Back in [hometown], I saw lots of people from my previous life, and it was great. I saw my high school sweetheart (everyone has a particular fondness for their high school gf/bf). She is currently married and has a kid, and that made our time together totally not weird. In high school, I was an athlete and she was a cheerleader (I know, a rare combination), but for various reasons, she didn't/couldn't leave after graduation whereas I was lucky and/or talented enough to leave hometown for [BigNameUndergrad]. It's amazing to see how our paths have diverged simply from this experience alone, and it was great catching up with someone who I cared for at one point and who I hadn't seen since the summer of my freshman year in college.
Apparently, my visit was a big deal for lots of people, and "[WOTF] is coming back home" was the talk of the neighborhood. I saw other old childhood friends, the majority of whom are working dead end jobs or barely scraping by, and many people kept remarking how I "made it." ("I can't believe old [my name] boy is at law school at UC-f---ing-LA" was a line I heard probably a dozen times this weekend.) It reminded me again of how far I've come in the six years since graduation from [Hometown] High School. While there's no way I would go back to [hometown] after law school, the trip reminded me that [hometown] will always be a part of me.
It was almost like the experience in Sweet Home Alabama, the chick flick I was once made me watch. Except for the whole Alabama thing.
So, that's my sappy story of going home. A weekend of no casebooks or outlines or briefs (or blogging for that matter) was great for my mental sanity.
And now back to law school reality.
Back in [hometown], I saw lots of people from my previous life, and it was great. I saw my high school sweetheart (everyone has a particular fondness for their high school gf/bf). She is currently married and has a kid, and that made our time together totally not weird. In high school, I was an athlete and she was a cheerleader (I know, a rare combination), but for various reasons, she didn't/couldn't leave after graduation whereas I was lucky and/or talented enough to leave hometown for [BigNameUndergrad]. It's amazing to see how our paths have diverged simply from this experience alone, and it was great catching up with someone who I cared for at one point and who I hadn't seen since the summer of my freshman year in college.
Apparently, my visit was a big deal for lots of people, and "[WOTF] is coming back home" was the talk of the neighborhood. I saw other old childhood friends, the majority of whom are working dead end jobs or barely scraping by, and many people kept remarking how I "made it." ("I can't believe old [my name] boy is at law school at UC-f---ing-LA" was a line I heard probably a dozen times this weekend.) It reminded me again of how far I've come in the six years since graduation from [Hometown] High School. While there's no way I would go back to [hometown] after law school, the trip reminded me that [hometown] will always be a part of me.
It was almost like the experience in Sweet Home Alabama, the chick flick I was once made me watch. Except for the whole Alabama thing.
So, that's my sappy story of going home. A weekend of no casebooks or outlines or briefs (or blogging for that matter) was great for my mental sanity.
And now back to law school reality.
posted by The Fox at 5:50 PM
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