My name is Hala Furst, and I am a 3L. Before coming to Roger Williams I received a BA in Theatre Arts at the University of Minnesota. In the three years between graduating from college and arriving here in Bristol, RI, I worked as a hotel concierge for a luxury brand, a loan officer and mortgage...
I had anticipated the end of law school to arrive with some amount of fanfare, and perhaps that feeling will come next week, at graduation. But when I finished my last final exam at 9pm on Tuesday, I wasn't filled with a feeling of exhilaration, but my old familiar friend, exhaustion. That test ended like the dozens of others I've had over the past three years, with my mind spinning and the nagging feeling that I'd forgotten to mention a key point.
But the next morning I woke up at 8am, same as always, despite purposefully leaving my alarm unset. I put on the coffee, I started the shower, and then it hit me- I had nowhere to be. I had no classes to attend. No exams requiring study. I could have stayed in my PJs all day, and no harm would have come from it. I wondered around my apartment like a zombie, unsure of what to do with myself.
Of course there is always something to be done, either cleaning, or filling out forms for my new job, or packing. I say packing because I just found out that I will be moving to Washington, D.C. to accept a Presidential Management Fellowship with the Department of Homeland Security. This summer will be spent studying for the Massachusetts Bar, and trying to cram in some last minute Rhode Island beach time, and then onto my next adventure.
What can I say at the end of my time here at Roger Williams University School of Law? It's been a long, strange, fun trip. I know I'm supposed to say that it was the hardest three years of my life, and in some ways, it has. But it has also, and I can say this without reservation, been the best three years of my life. I've met some of my best friends, fundamentally changed the way I think about the world around me, and gained an intellectual confidence that I can carry with me for the rest of my life. I like myself more now, having gone through law school, then I did before I got here.
After all the anxiety and worry of the past three years, all of the pressure of classes, the water-torture of exams, the constant hustle to find the right job, the right internship, the right mentor, it feels strange to leave it behind. But I can look back fondly, proud of my accomplishments, and know that I sucked every bit of marrow from the bone of this experience.
So, there is only one thing left to say: what's next?