I haven’t bought a single supplement, law school textbook, six-pack of Red Bull, or bottle of Tylenol for law school yet. I haven’t developed a drinking problem or a nervous tick or an irrational fear of words like “heretofore” and “estoppel”.
I haven’t sat through a single law school class (save for a mock class at Southwestern Law School earlier this year), but in some ways I have already lived through one year of law school.
That’s because my boyfriend – or the Boyfriend as I like to call him on my personal blog – and I have just pulled through his first year. And let me tell you, it was no small feat for him or me.
While the 1L Boyfriend’s been dealing with course supplements, mid-term and final exams, sometimes mediocre professors, his first oral argument, and lining up two internships for the summer, I’ve had to deal with having just one phone call a day and about five hours on the weekend to catch up with him – basically playing supporting actress to the leading lady that law school has become to him.
As the headliner in the Boyfriend’s life, law school has been something of a diva: she demands the majority of his time, sometimes joins us during dinner, and puts a cloud over our dates. She’s also made him cranky at times, transforming my usually-charming boo into a joyless, argumentative hermit.
Those times, phone calls had a predictable cadence. He’d snap. I’d snap. I’d brood. He’d do a little brooding of his own.
Yeah. We’ve been oodles and bunches of fun.
During those times, it was so bad that I told myself that if law school were really a woman, I would roll through her hood, and have a Jerry Springer, hold-my-earrings rumble with her right there on her lawn. Diva ain’t got nothing on me.
It was those times too that I’d get a little tickle of fear that if it was this bad when he’s a law student, how bad will it be when we’re both lawyers? Oy vey.
Despite the difficulties that law school has caused, however, I can’t help but think that she also has been good for our relationship and has taught me more about the Boyfriend in one year than I’ve learned over the course of our five-and-a-half years together.
I’ve learned that despite stressful or uncertain circumstances, the relationship is solid enough to pull through. I’ve learned that the Boyfriend, despite having very few hours to splurge, would move mountains to make time for me, that he trusts me enough to share his weaknesses, that he is brilliant, hardworking, sometimes brutally honest, and has an unfailing sense of right and wrong.
Above all, I’ve learned that while law school may have his time, I have his heart. Like I said, diva ain’t got nothing on me.