Waiting for Letters
Time has really gotten away from me these past few weeks. Since I last wrote, I've survived an intensive week and my law office has made great strides on our social justice project. Our first draft is finally written and while it needs reworking, there is a real sense of accomplishment in having made something tangible out of all our hard work over these past five months. I've also been chosen to co-facilitate my law office in the coming months since our laywering fellow is going to leave us to work on our project independently for the first time. It will be yet another thing to balance, and this semester is definitely already much more stressful than the last, but working on this project is important to me and I'm excited to see how it takes shape.
This weekend, while working on the draft of my motion to dismiss memo, I am also nervously anticipating my first set of evaluations. They are due to be posted on Monday after what feels like a life time of waiting. As you may know, NUSL doesn't have grades, but rather an evaluation system with buzz words and write ups about each student's performance in class. I've always been a grade driven student, so it has been an especially difficult adjustment for me. I've found it difficult at times to move forward confidently when I haven't had much feed back on how I've been doing. It's hard to know what's working or how to perform better when there aren't grades along the way. But it has also changed my perspective on learning and made me more reliant on myself rather than on the affirmation of grades alone.
As I anxiously await my grades, I reflect on where I was a year ago. I nervously stalked my mailbox for my letter from Northeastern every day for what felt like an eternity. It never came. One day, however, I got a call from my mom who lives in New Jersey and she said, "You got something in the mail the other day, some big letter from Northeastern." Confused, I made her rip the package open immediately and she began yelling excitedly about how I had gotten in. I made her read the entire letter out loud and still didn't believe her. Still in shock I said to my girlfriend, "They sent my acceptance letter from Northeastern to my mom's house." And she looked blankly at me and asked if I had gotten in, to which I replied, "Can you believe it? They sent my letter to my mom's house. Her response, "BUT YOU GOT IN?!"
Well it turns out I did get in. Unfortunately, I had the bad luck of having my most coveted acceptance letter mailed to the wrong house. Looking back on it now, I think it was kind of nice that my mom got to share such important news with me.
Even so, I wouldn't wish the same misfortune on another perspective student. But if your letter doesn't come, it might be time to call your parents and see what's arrived in their mailbox lately.

