So Anxious

I have the feeling that I’m rapidly going to devolve into a nervous wreck the closer we get to orientation. You see, I hate change, and my life is going to change radically in a couple of weeks. I’ve never lived by myself or more than 30 minutes away from my family. I’ve never been to law school before. If I gave off the impression that I’m totally zen about growing up, please let me disabuse you of that notion. I’m terrific at maintaining a calm facade, and up until right before the nerve wracking event I can even convince myself that I’m not anxious at all. Then all of a sudden I’m staring at my Google calendar, trying to smile while fighting the dry heaves.

Woo-sah!

Intellectually, I know I will be all right. But the only way for me to fight the rising panic (at least until the warm fuzzies of orientation convinces me that law school is not out to get me) is to bury myself in fun and frivolity. For me that means dinner out with friends (last weekend we toasted Sunny’s birthday with some cheddar biscuits*), chilling with Tex, catching up on my favorite high fantasy series and a short trip up to Chicago (hey, Kanye!). Of course, there’s also the knowledge that when the going gets rough, my fall TV lineup** will be there for me.

*Cue Riley from “the Boondocks”

**Mad Men returns this Sunday! SO FREAKING PUMPED. That is all.