2L, seriously?

Apparently more apathy and frustration lies around the academic corner. The last few people I have told that I'm excited this is MY LAST DAY AS A 1L have told me something to the tune of:

"It's all down hill from here. You'll no longer get excited about finishing exams because you'll realize you only have more spading to do or studying for the MPRE or another Moot Court competition. Really, I'm not sure why you're so excited about being 1/3 of the way done. Don't you realize that means you're a year closer to taking the BAR. Oh [insert chosen expletive here] why did I just mention the BAR? Now I'm depressed just thinking about it--because if you're one year closer then that means it's that much closer for me. I'm going to go have a stiff drink now, if anyone comes looking for me, tell them at Goat's trying to find the strength to go on with my life. I hate 1Ls."

What a brilliant start to the day. Who ever said that upperclassmen weren't good for inspiration?