Who Can Say if I've Been Changed For The Better?

Nothing is certain but death and taxes.

Taxes are due April 15, and I'm hoping death is a long way off. Beyond that, everything changes. A cold, windy winter has turned to a gorgeous Spring. People have switched to sundresses and flipflops, t-shirts and big, sunglasses. We now have thunderstorms instead of snowstorms, and sometime over the weekend, the city of Chicago saw fit to change its street displays from moss-green ferns to pink and yellow tulips.

Relationships change. My favorite couple got engaged last week (Congrats!) and another friend saw that her relationship was just not going to work. My mother is starting to accept that her children are too old for Easter egg hunts, but she's going to get a new puppy for excitement around the house and companionship. My father has a new job, that should be just as stressful as the old one, but he is currently the most successful departmental manager in North America in his company. My brothers and I have reached a new level of understanding and support. One that includes calling to ask if the other person is all right, as well as teasing each other until we pull out the name-calling.

And even I've changed. I've gone from a person unsure of her own abilities, to a person who is learning to love the law. I have everything I could want for the first time in my life, and I don't want to quit anymore. In 36 days, I'll no longer be a 1L, and that's one change that I'm waiting for impatiently.