Stubborn

Ever since I was very small I have always been stubborn. Yes I was quiet and sweet, but if things didn’t go my way I would cross my arms and pout until they did.

This characteristic followed me through life. If I set my mind to something it was, “my way or the highway.” My dad always said it nicely by telling me that I wasn’t very flexible. My sister and brother in law added some humor to it by giving me the “hail Hitler” sign whenever I got into one of my stubborn moods

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Little did I know how much my long time stubbornness would come into play in law school.

You see, I have this wonderful study group

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Jill, Maureen, and I study very well together. In fact, during finals we spend ALL day, EVERY day together. Which is wonderful because we learn a lot and have lots of fun (as long as we aren't crabby!)

But I’m afraid I did not warn these ladies about my stubborn characteristic. However, they found out about it very quickly.

You see, when we study we talk about the concepts that we need to know. We all say what we think is meant by this concept and more often than not at least one of us thinks differently then the others. So we ensue on a journey to get the other person to understand whichever we decide is the right way. It is a great learning experience for all of us. Until I am the one who is wrong.

When I am wrong we ensue on a long drawn out, “please Laura just take our word for it” discussion where I sit stubbornly (in my head I cross my arms and pout) and poor Jill and Mo have to explain it to me again, and again, and again until it makes sense in my head and I can concede to the fact that they are right.

So really this post is a toast to Mo and Jill, who have stuck through my stubbornness (and still let me study with them.) You guys are the best and I don’t know what I am going to do next year when we all don’t have the same classes . . . you will have to warn my future study mates J