THE COOL GIRL COURT

Law school. Absolutely nothing like they make it out to be in the media. A lot less cool and a lot more stressful.

Picture this, its mid September and I’ve just been dropped off at university, I’m sat in my room hoping I’m not the only person in this godforsaken prison-esque accommodation I’ve found myself in. Luckily I’m not, there ended up being two people moved in on the same day as me and I very promptly embarrassed myself in front of both of them when I took it ever so slightly too far that evening on our first night out together. I blame the nerves.

This term has been very defining for me, I’ve made some (or a lot) of mistakes, dressed up in some beyond humiliating social costumes and spent more time getting acquainted with the bar in my local club than I have in my lectures. But in all seriousness the workload has been very very daunting. Maybe it’s just a me thing or maybe everyone is secretly thinking the same thing but most people on my course at least seem to have come out of the womb with 3-5 different internship opportunities and work experience ventures, oh and a passion for ‘saving the world’. Definitely not the money. Definitely not.

Now that I feel 10 years behind everyone in my class and I don’t understand the content (turning up to my lectures may help that one) I find myself absolutely drowning in term 1 work. I think I have focused on entirely the wrong parts of uni so far, although I’ve got some cracking and frankly embarrassing anecdotes to tell at family dinners now.

This term we’ve delved into criminal law which is by far my favourite. It’s also the only module I’ve attended on a regular basis so perhaps there is correlation. If we were to discuss legal foundations I’d not only not be able to tell you what the hell legal foundations means but I’d also not be able to tell you who teaches it or where the lectures are. That’s what you get when you timetable things on Thursdays.

We have also began to cover constitutional law (unnecessarily long and wordy) and contract law (don’t even ask me about this one) but mostly these past 11 weeks have been more of a lesson in how to chop a pint than to write an essay. Probably would have been more valuable to pay attention rather than online shop but hey, you get out what you put in. (many many bershka orders if anyone is curious)

One term down, eight left. What does the future hold? Who knows, hopefully some clarity on what I’m supposed to do with my life.

Post Christmas break I will be actually delving into the academic side of all of this, but for now I hope you enjoy my 6am ramblings about how much of a fool I’ve made of myself in the name of ‘the social’.

Lots of love, and Merry Christmas,

TCGC x