“Meditations in Time of Civil War: VI. The Stare’s Nest by My Window”, William Butler Yeats
In a not so blink-and-you-missed-it moment, I’ve crossed into the second half of law school without much fanfare, and certainly without any sense of irony. All I’ve seemed to learn is how to procrastinate to extremities that my college self would never be able to process. I made a half-hearted effort in the fall to take back a life that endless legal cases had drowned with boredom. But change is a process. And in that vein, I may finally see some light on the other side.
Daylight savings kicks in today. It’s still too cold to wander outside for long periods of time, but there’s a memory that comforts. A similar moment, four years ago, around 5:30pm. I was leaving the humanities library on a day deceptively warmed by sunshine. The air contained a few traces of spring - a bittersweet hint of school marching towards its last gasp. And I thought - how nice it was to have more light. It was like someone handed me an extra plate of time and said: go crazy.
There’s not much craziness to be had in law school (probably for the best). But part of the challenge is allowing yourself the space to feel things that the monotony of daily life here has painted over the person you once thought you were. Even if those feelings are deeply unpleasant. Even if those feelings only reinforce everything terrible you believe about the world. Anything, at this point, is better than apathy. Once in a while, a little happiness can sneak in there, too.
Hanne Gaby Odiele by Pierre Debusschere for A Magazine #13 curated by Iris Van Herpen
But Confucius has answered them with the final whistle, it’s all over. Germany, having trounced England’s famous midfield trio of Bentham, Locke and Hobbes in the semi-final, have been beaten by the odd goal.