If you're reading this, then I survived the three-day Chapman Law orientation and the first day of classes.
As far as orientation goes, I didn't know that just sitting around and getting talked at could be so tiring. As far as classes, I'm sure that today everyone was just as scared as I was, but hid it a whole lot better.
If you go to my school and are in my class, I'm the shifty-eyed girl who sat in the front row of property who giggled nervously at the professor's jokes: yeah, those jokes are kinda funny, but, dude, what if he calls on me next?
All throughout that first class today, I had visions of being the one person in all of 1L-dom who couldn't regurgitate portions of the assigned cases.
I also imagined that I would somehow be found to be unsuitable for the rigors of law school in the manner that that emperor guy who wasn't wearing any clothes was found out.
I would march into the classroom, armored with and secure in the fact that I had prepared for class as best I could, but somehow someone - either the professor or a fellow law student seeking to draw first blood - would call me out and point that armor out to be flawed and inadequate.
"But mother, she doesn't belong in law school!"
Thankfully, I wasn't called on today. But it's only the first week of classes.