Monday begins my final week in law school. Not just my final week of this semester. After next Wednesday, I will never again attend a law school class. I will have one final exam 8 days later and then, on the 21st of December I will graduate. Graduate.
I am in disbelief. I came to law school not really knowing what to expect. I did not know if I would fit in, or indeed if it was important or not to fit in. I didn't know if my age would be a factor, or if my transgenderism would be. I didn't know what kind of a student I would be. I knew what kind I had been, but I had hopes of improving upon that model. I never did. I still wound up as a mediocre law student; I will graduate in the middle of the class, I suspect -- with a little better than a B average.
I made lots of great friends in law school. I also had a lot of fun. After the first year, I took only classes that genuinely interested me (at least those that I thought did -- two of them turned out to be not so great). I learned much.
The next step, of course, is the Bar Exam. I'm sitting here in Michigan. I've spent the past few weeks trying to put together my application. For those of you "traditional" students who complain about the process, let me just say you had it easy! :) At nearly 52 years old, and with a life lived on full throttle, completing my application was a Herculean task; the final application ended up being nearly 2 full inches thick. I hope they let me in! :)
Anyway, my final week of law school is upon me. Nearly 3 years have passed since I started this blog at the beginning of school. It has another 3 weeks left of life -- assuming I can actually bring myself to post in that time. Thank you all for reading.