That old feeling.

My shoulders are so tense I feel like the knots are up to my ears. My stomach is a little queasy from a day long extended by periodic doses of caffeine. My eyes are tired and slowly beginning to blur. If I stop for a second, I notice that I'm grinding my teeth and my jaw is clenched... hard. Passages are no longer making sense and warrant two, sometimes three, rereads. My hands hurt from typing, my eyes hurt from reading, my back hurts from carrying 50 pounds books all over the city and my legs hurt from working out. Bed is close, but still a few hours away. Damn I love that feeling of being challenged again, or perhaps for the first time. Something new, exciting, frightening, interesting, stimulating and difficult has arrived and it couldn't have gotten here in my life fast enough. Funny, the thing I've noticed about my teachers is the scariest, are the most interesting. The most intimidating happen to be the best speakers. The hardest, are those with the most compelling arguments. It's a sliding scale- the nicer the guy, the less I care about what they're saying. I guess that's the cutthroat nature in all lawyers-even professors. The more imposing and firm you are, the better you are. That being said, two days of class has contained some of the most stimulating debate I've ever experienced, and I really really like to argue. The teachers are, for the most part, amazing speakers, rarely if ever making a factual statement. Literally the entire class is them questioning. Law, unlike genetics, doesn't seem to be a study of answers but questions. I'm looking forward to it.