Life as a 1L

With an amazingly early start, I begin my morning. I'm on the metro rail, that I've learned and am suddenly nauseous. After taking some Dramamine, I tell myself to calm the hell down, and I make my way to the surface. Now after a catching two metro rails, I find myself suddenly in day light and lost. While I know my school is only supposed to be two blocks down from the metro stop, I'm suddenly not seeing anything familiar.
I've marched two blocks in the opposite direction. With little time lost, but my pride sorely bruised, I begin the four blocks to campus.

I arrive, and can't help but take a snapshot on my camera phone of the banner. Wanting to remember the moment always. Today is my day, I say.

I walk through the doors and am instantly greeted by the nice to meet you's of my fellow underclassmen. To my great relief, I hear my name called almost instantly. A fellow 1L from my summer conference recognizes me, and calls me over to her already assembled group.
After making my hello's, we are herded to breakfast by the red-shirted upperclassman. So begins the day.
By the end of breakfast I am realizing I have been somehow pushed to the outskirts of the "group."
Rather than try to be "in", I decide to opt "out" and join another sole 1L at the adjoining table. We make chit-chat, until herded again to our classrooms.
Here is where I make the social faux pa.  I abandon my "safe  group"  to venture to the front of the class. Not the front row, mind you, but the third row,  center aisle.
I want to see and hear, and lets face it, I've read the statistics about kids who sit in the back, and I'm not about to start slacking on the first day.
Notebooks are out. And speach after speach is issued.
We are told the following: "You are aproximately 1000 days from the bar."
We are told of tradition and legacy. We are told about ethics. We are given lunch. We are taken to every damn room in the entire campus. But most importantly, we are given our sections.

Now our sections are in essence what will define our scholastic experience for the following three years. If you are a Harry Potter fan, quite simply our sections are our "houses". While there is no sorting hat, there is a piece of paper which we are given, marking the appropriate Section each person is supposedly "randomly" selected for.

Here is where it gets interesting. Like the Gryffindor House, Section 1: Seems to be about performance.  Section 2: Ravenclaw, valuing scholastics and attendance. Or at least if I could make a correlation thats what I'd guess....There are 3 Sections.

Now here's the fun part. I'm in Section 3.  So is most of the group I've been seperated into the morning with ("by random").....Has anyone had Section 3???  we ask upperclassman. No one can fill us in. The worst part, I'm not really sure I'm liking the people in my section. One person has already made known her "connections" and is clearly that "top 3%" grade grubber I know I'm going to learn to hate, and another I am questioning his motives to even be in law school, as I'm pretty sure he's "on something" other than the severly bad coffee we were given.

The day ends with Section 2 being given their first homework assignment, and Section 1 being told they will have theirs given in the morning. Section 3 is told...."we are trying to track down your teacher..."

This is not boding well I think. After 10 hours we are released. I go home. Without eating, I set my alarm, and fall into bed without undressing. I sleep like I've never slept before.