waking up

this morning we had the last our lawyering class and our adorable professor left us with some wise parting words.
as the last person on the class list i’m on call in the penultimate torts class tomorrow.
i’m about to head out to the ilsa end of year dinner.
as i chatted comfortably with p earlier today it dawned on me that this is really the end. well not quite the end if you count exams. but still, a year has passed. i’ll be in a different continent a month from now. i can’t quite fathom the idea of coming back as a 2l.
sometimes i wonder if my life is really some variation on the ‘waking life’ – will i ever wake up or has life already passed me by?