I'm Not That Old

Really, I'm not. I have chosen to call myself The Aging Law Student, but really there's some hyperbole in that. I'm older than most of my classmates, certainly, but I'm Aging, not Aged.

Here's the thing, though: I'm the same age as my Constitutional Law professor, and she has about five times as much energy as me. She runs around the room for 90 minutes, in heels, like she's getting in an aerobic workout while discussing the import of Marbury v. Madison. Because of this, I assumed at first that she was younger than she actually is until someone googled her.

None of this would bother me except that it drives home an essential truism: I'll never be a law professor. I'm too old. By the time I finish school and practice long enough to make me viable as a teacher, I'll be old enough that law schools won't be interested.

This is too bad. I really ought to be a professor--scholarship is what I'm good at. My contracts professor from first semester is my hero--he's half retired at this point, has been teaching for 30 years, and is an incredibly nice man who has a gift for making contracts interesting and the learning process satisfying for his students. I want to be him, and the sad part is that had I gone to law school ten years ago, I could have been. I even look the part.

Oh well.