Terry McMahon's Awesome Blog

I just got back from one of NYU's two gyms, this one being the older gym that just so happens to be about a block from my apartment. Let me say, for the record, that rock climbing is awesome: not only do they have a rock climbing wall, which is itself great, but they have two rock climbing machines. That's right, you have these two rock-climbing walls, about eight feet tall, and you can actually set them to scroll. Like you start climbing, and the wall moves down at a certain rate. Despite having my backpack and civilian clothes on (i.e. not gym clothes), I hopped on immediately. This is my second time rock climbing, so I slipped off, repeatedly, at first, but literally exactly when the cute girls left I got a handle on things. It was exhiliarating. There's an outdoor track and tennis courts on the roof. (Note to everyone in NYC: I want to play tennis.)

So apparently NYU Law made a huge mistake in admitting me. Actually, I'm sure that's not true, but I've certainly felt unbelievably confused in several classes so far. Everyone, as in literally everyone I talked to who's finished a year of law school, says this happens to them and everyone else, but I'll tell you, it hits you like a ton of bricks. Apparently Chas has a book with a chapter called, "Don't Read This Until You're The Dumbest Person In The Class." I think I'm getting there.

That said, though, I keep getting more and more positive reinforcement from everyone. I was talking to the guys at a Federalist Society meeting last night (come on, free pizza) and they said the people who raise their hands the most in class are the least likely to do well on the final. (The final, by the way, is the only grade.) Apparently one guy said the only guy he knew who spoke a lot in class and did well spoke a lot because he only started his comments with "I don't understand..." So I'll probably be okay.

No, I still haven't unpacked.