Day One. Sort of.

Today was my very first day of law school.

But not real law school.

And not orientation in the traditional sense.

Today I went to my law school's "enrichment" offering, a week long "prelaw" law school offered to students who are returning to school after a longer break. It is basically a refresher course or maybe more accurately a "here's what you need to study like in law school" thing. We are having mock classes for four days and a mock exam in each next Tuesday, with the afternoon spent on analyzing how we did, what we could change, etc.

It was long. But I was fascinated, and felt very at home, and I think it is going to be very helpful to feeling less behind next week in real orientation.

I did meet some folks, and that was fun. I met some very major stereotypes, and also a couple of people that I think I might consider colleagues or even law school friends. So I can check the "I will never fit in" thing off my list. I didn't talk about my kids at all. One guy remembered me from the law picnic mentioned previously, and he asked after the kids, but we were mainly just thrilled to know someone at this juncture. He and I talked quite a bit and I also talked to two other guys and two girls. One of whom I am quite sure will be her section's gunner, if today's performance was any indicator.

The guys were way less competitive than the girls, it seems so far. But, I am quite certain that my picnic buddy will be one of those stealth top of the class guys. He knew all the same stuff I knew, which means he has probably been studying PLS just as I have. I will probably broach this with him tomorrow, as I think he could be a great study partner or at least a great hypo partner.

The other two guys, and the girl who is not GunnerWannabe, were very laid back, very we drank all summer. I love that though. They are all much younger than me and even though none of them are aware of my wife and mama role (my wedding ring is even in the shop so I am VERY stealth right now!), I think they can sense my maturity (please read this as it is meant, that is, I look much older than them and say things like, drive safely LOL, not that I am wise and Yoda like).

Then there were a whole bunch of very nervous and slightly standoffish folks, many of whom went to undergrad in places like Mount Holyoke and USC and wore plaid shorts with those maternity looking tops or team sport in a frat boy kinda way Tshirts and khakis. They all blend together in my mind. Don't hurt me. I am sure they are all very special and I will love each one of them eventually, or something, but at the moment they appear in my memory as one giant potential hookup pool.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. I guess.

Now I have to go do my homework. Yep, right into the fire. Wish me luck -