First Day of Law School Orientation

So, today was my first day of law school orientation. I tried to look cute, but still felt somehow very underdressed when I arrived. It is so strange to be back in school. All day I had this sinking feeling, a realization of just what I was getting myself into. I just wanted something to reach out and say...you are meant to be here, but I did not really feel that way. It's hard to be at a new school. I still seem to have these nervous moments where I wonder if I really made the right choice in coming to this school. Going to BYU though adding a commute, would have really simplified things in a lot of ways. I certainly would have had more friends coming into day one, but I just kept trying to reassure myself there was a purpose in me being at this school at this time.

**Funny Story Alert**

The day was moving a long just fine until we had to introduce ourselves. I don't know why, but I really hate doing this. I know it seems simple, but I would much rather have to answer a question in class that I don't know the answer to than try to piece together my purpose in coming to law school and something interesting about myself in two sentences that will delight and endear a crowd of peer onlookers. UGH, but that is what orientation week is all about.

The day had been going along just fine. They pre-made name tags and desk name placards. Halelujiah. I was growing increasingly confident that the whole day would pass without me having to so much as say where I was from in front of everyone...but then the instructor said those infamous and not altogether believable words, "...but enough about that, I don't want to talk, I want you to talk. So, let's have everyone introduce themselves. Go ahead say your name, where your from, why you want to go to law school, and....hmmmm, I don't know...how about something interesting about yourself." My heart sunk. Then it sank a little further when he started just three people away from me. Shoot! I only have moments to come up with something clever or moving...or both?

The moment came. I said, "Hi, I'm Rebekah Wightman. I am from Dallas...Oregon. Yes...you probably didn't know there was a Dallas in Oregon. (Girlfriend in the back row screams, "I DID." Well thank you for that, real helpful!) So, ummmm....you know, Law School is the only thing I said I'd never do and well, here I am. So we will see how this goes."

(Phew...done with that! But oh no, Mr. Instructor man has to pipe in.)

Mr. Instructor Man: "Wow! That's a big change, never going to law school to suddenly enrolled in law school...what made you come? How did this change occur?"

Me: Crappity crappity...I didn't think I would have to defend this. "Ummm, well, I don't know, I just felt like I should." Awesome answer, Bekah! Really wowing the crowd.

So in an effort to redeem myself I figured I would finish off with a fun fact about me. So then I threw in my standard....."and I am a champion leg wrestler." It was only after I said this that it occurred to me, although he had said to include such a tidbit....no one had, as of yet. So, let's just recap on what I told ALL my new PEERS and COLLEAGUES about myself today shall we????

In short, my name is Rebekah. I come from a want to be town from nowhere minus one person to whom it is somewhere. I am a want to be lawyer that doesn't want to be there and that doesn't know why she is. She is crossing her fingers and hoping for the best....while crossing her legs because apparently she is a champion leg wrestler...which is after all a want to be sport. GOOD. Real good Bekah.

And this was just part of day one...