I'm feeling great. Slept off the exhaustion from consecutive overnight cramming and the reality of being done with law school is just sinking in.

In my pre-exam (better understood as blog reading addiction) period, I came across blogs of friends who had finished earlier, and there were those who spoke of being so attached to school they kissed the door jams of the classrooms they studied in, and there were those who spoke of waiting for people to fade out of their lives. But there was this one entry that I found especially poignant, so I shall reproduce it here.

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Roughly translated as: "Orange Days: The Unforgettable days of our youth"

4 years comes to an end with a stroke of my pen as [The prof] says "Time's up". This time, unlike the "O"s, nor the "A"s, we did not shuffle out of the hall giving each other congratulatory slaps on the back, as not everyone could share our joy. The maudlin tinge of unsettlement hits... this unsettling feeling of, "This is it? What now?" just overstays its due, but yet, I recognize that this should merely be fleeting, that after our orange days, we have already discovered who we want to be in our lives.

And again, we go our separate ways. Separate grad trips, separate firms, separate companies, separate futures. We make our own destinies in life, and it may or may not include the people that we have came to depend upon. I have come to accept that, slowly but surely.