If I were a Little Miss book, I'd be Little Miss Crankypants (amazingly, NOT one of the titles in that series.)
Nothing major, but I've had a series of mini-disappointments, that have accumulated into the feeling that a dark star is trailing me. So much so, in fact, that my luck infected my entire BarBri class today - our tape was defective, so we had to do an emergency switch to CD.
A friend informed me today that I'm being self-centred thinking that the dark star belongs to just me - apparently everyone (even non-BarBri types) is having a hard time of it right now. She said something about the moon being in the wrong house, or something. (Yeah, neither of us know anything about astrology.)
For some reason, I thought back to first year: I felt like the luckiest girl in the world - in fact, I signed a series of emails with that title. And I still am. I went back and read those emails, full of how freakin' incredible I was finding law school, and how lucky I felt to be there. I still feel that way at times (these moments are few and far between, but still.) I had a moment in today's class where I just looked around and realized how close I am to the end of the long water slide (twists and turns, and some more twists and turns) that has been law school.
Just as noting a few mini-disappointments can lead to the funk, reminding myself how lucky I am to be in my position, and noting the good things in life should get me out.