My relationship with torts remained tumultuous. Although there had been moments where I considered dumping my torts textbook, now known as Law Baby, on the steps of the law library, there were other times when I found the subject fascinating.
In the same week that our lecturer introduced us to Zanner v Zanner, she also gave us a case called Strong v Woolworths Ltd; the connection between the two was the ‘but for’ test.
One of the most disappointing things about law school is how much grey there is. I’d seen the lawyers on television and knew two things: they only wore black and white and they spoke with absolute certainty when defending their clients.
I’d assumed this certainty equated to there only being one answer to the legal problem. The lawyer who best argues that answer in court was the one who won. You had to be engaging and eloquent.
Given my tendency towards babble, I was uncertain about my ability to actually practice law. And yet, I still signed up. I think it was the concept of black and white that sucked me in. I’ve spent my life in the arts and humanities, fantasizing about having a fling with maths. I love the idea of there only being one answer to a problem. But given I recently had to use a calculator to work out what 11 + 12 equaled, maths and I were never going to get together.
The third and fourth week of uni passed without event – and without any events, not one single social activity slotted into my schedule. Despite this, I was still behind. I’d been told there was a lot of reading at law school but had assumed it was a way for those studying law to make themselves feel superior; commonly known as self-inflated posturing.
I couldn’t wait to get to law school and call them out on their exaggerated assertions. But I was wrong. Never a fan of being wrong, I was particularly annoyed this time around because it also meant I spent every waking moment reading and yet still couldn’t keep up.
It all ended suddenly at the end of Week Four with an impromptu exile from society. Nearly two years without a proper holiday, combined with the change from the 9-5 grind with scheduled weekends to no schedule and an omnipresent workload, meant I was bordering on burnout. I just hadn’t realised it.