I’m taking six classes this semester.Â In two classes, the professors like to assign 70-150 pages of reading per class.Â I’m also working on two papers and doing research for a professor.Â Needless to say, I’m pretty busy.Â I feel like I’m constantly running between classes, work, and other commitments.Â Â When I have â€œfree time,â€ I’m struggling to get through my immense reading assignments and hoping that I’ll remember half the information.Â I had to quickly accept that the majority of my weekends this semester would be taken up with reading.
By four o’clock this past Saturday afternoon, I was tired of reading cases.Â There was no end in sight, and, if anything, IÂ was becoming a little panicked by the amount of work I had left to do.Â I decided if my Saturday night was going to be spent alone with my books, then I deserved to study with cake.
I don’t keep junk food in my house.Â My rule is I can eat any junk food I want if I’m willing to leave the house and get it.Â One of my guilty pleasures is the â€œsingle servingâ€ of white sheet cake with frosting from Safeway.Â Â I usually make myself walk or ride my bike to get my junk food, but the sky was turning dark with storm clouds and I didn’t want to get caught in the rain.Â I also didn’t feel like I had the time to spare, so I opted to drive.
As I pulled out of my driveway, the reality of my life hit me like a ton of bricks.Â I thought, â€œWow, I can read.â€Â I spentÂ Â my drive to the store thinking about how many people in the world don’t know how to read, especially women.Â I am surrounded by piles of books and more information than I know what to do with.Â How many people don’t have the opportunity to go to school?Â Who am I to bitch about all the opportunities I have, when the majority of people on the planet never have the chance to go to law school or even get close to it? Â My life is awesome, even when it’s hard.
This experienceÂ doesn’tÂ change the fact that I miss seeing my friends, getting a full night of sleep, or having enough time to shower every day.Â It has, however, made the long lonely hours more bearable.