Making coffee this morning, I had to use our tiny little 4-cup coffee-maker b/c our fancypants Cuisinart Grind & Brew seems to have kicked the bucket after about 3.5 years of very faithful service. Although we’ve been using this little coffee-maker regularly for a couple of weeks now, for some reason filling the tiny little water reservoir today reminded me of the six weeks last summer I spent in Missoula “studying” for the bar exam. It was one of those nostalgic moments, a flashback to the simplicity of a daily existence that consisted of little more than waking, coffee, class, and “studying.” Nevermind that it was its own sort of torture b/c of the anxiety of it all, and forget the fact that other big things were also going down at the same time — job interview, getting job, new house, new floors, new life, etc. In that instant of making coffee, the little mind-trick was that my time in Missoula was simple and invigorating, a little like a good cup of coffee. Or something like that.
The point is: The mind is a crazy trickster. Who would have ever thunk I would look back with longing on studying for the bar? Even for a second? [tags]nostalgia[/tags]
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One Comment so far. Leave a comment below.I don’t think you’re crazy at all. Eighteen years after graduating from law school, I still look back on the summer that I spent studying for the bar up in Ithaca NY as one of the best times of my life. Most of my law school classmates were studying for the bar; we’d listen to three hours of lectures in the morning, then head out to lunch together, spend the afternoon studying and hanging out together at night and sightseeing or hiking or hanging out at the lakes on the weekends, enjoying the beauty of Ithaca. I had the best time, and even then I realized that hard as the bar might be, it was just a paper test, and that the tests that would follow would all be real.