So I'm a 3L...

Fall classes began today. It is a milestone for me, and not one that I have now passed with hope and pride. Rather, I passed that milestone in fear and trepidation. While many in my class find themselves relieved to realize that they are in their final year of law school, I find myself frantically seeking something else beyond.

More than two-thirds of my law school academic career is completed. I say more than two-thirds because of the total number of credit hours remaining for me in the 90 credit hour program. If I was on schedule, I would have 30 credits remaining, for a smooth two semesters at 15 credits each. However, I have twice now taken summer classes, and packed more hours into previous fall and spring semesters than I truly needed. For me, only 13 credit hours are left to be completed.

I have checked the requirements for graduation, reviewed the courses I have taken, and realized that nothing remains that is required of me except to take the appropriate number of hours (13 hours). Once that is done, I am once more untethered and drifting.

I have considered that I might enroll for more schooling. I have long admired professors and have at least a passing fancy that I might make a decent one. I can write voluminously, think it would be incredibly fun to write and grade tests, and like the idea that I would be able to shape young minds into passable critical thinkers.

After all, if I stay in school long enough, eventually they’ll have to make me a professor, right?

Wouldn’t that be fun?