divine angst

There will be a birthday happy hour today. I share a birthday with a guy in my section and two other people in our section had or will have birthdays in the last and next few days. So we’re drinking after school today. Whee!

Also, law students are giant dorks. I’m sitting in the atrium of my school and there’s a screen and projector set up at one end so we can all watch whatever snippets of Roberts’ confirmation hearings we can catch. DORKS. Even the people who grumble and profess not to care can be found craning their heads to watch when a favorite (or particularly hated) Senator starts talking.

The big problem with having your birthday toward the beginning of the school year is that, when you are a first-year student, no one knows about your birthday.

Mr. Angst and I celebrated way back on Thursday since the weekend was full and he has class tonight, so it almost doesn’t even feel like today is actually my birthday. And I hesitate to run around telling everyone it’s my birthday; that feels like begging for attention.

I did get three very nice phone calls this morning. And I should be receiving a FedEx package today from my dad (I know what’s in it). My mom ordered coffee for me and it should arrive tomorrow. But really, the birthday is over, pretty much before it began.

Am I whining? I hope not. But for the last several years, I’ve gotten to spend my birthday (or at least celebrate my birthday) surrounded by friends who make a big deal out of my day. It’s different living in a city where I don’t know anyone and where I am just starting to get to know my classmates.

Plus, I’m old.