It's always something.
First year was about the sheer terror of first year and not knowing quite what the professors wanted. Last semester, it was interviews, callbacks and the Trial Advocacy monster. I thought that this semester, larded for me as it is with colloquia and travel-for-credit, wasn't going to have that something. Sure, a lot of people were doing moot court, but I missed the meeting and never looked for a partner as a result, not knowing that they were all gone until after I bothered to ask. The winter break came and went with a blissful attitude toward the coming semseter.
This morning, I read the email announcing that the mock trial packets were ready. I felt a twinge of guilt, as I had whenever I passed up a good undergrad class because it met before 10 am. Nobody looks back on their education experience wishing that they had slept more or spent more time on the couch watching Dog The Bounty Hunter. So I rustled up a partner and am now gallloping headlong into another massive headache.
I beg to differ. I sure as hell wish I had slept more in college. I might have had a clear enough head to think better of all those extra chemistry classes I was taking!