I have the staples and concussion to prove it, yet I still can’t believe I crashed my bike. It just seems so irresponsible to get in a bike accident on your way to law school. Shouldn’t I know better by now? I must admit that the crash was unavoidable and not my fault (minus the not wearing a helmet part). The accident occurred because some poor undergraduate student timed the opening of his car door with my arrival at his back bumper. I call him poor because I felt horrible for him. He looked like he was going to cry. By the end of us exchanging information and me hurrying to my nine o’clock class, I was apologizing to him. For what? I don’t know. I guess for not foreseeing the incident.

Gruesome, but tiny.  I definitely feel lucky.

Gruesome, but tiny. I definitely feel lucky.

Yes, the crash sucked and yes, my head hurts, but I couldn’t be mad at this kid if I tried. Not only did he seem so dang pitiful, but the whole bike-car extravaganza was sort of a blessing in disguise. It opened my eyes enough to prompt the subsequent list of conveniently numbered lessons learned from crashing my bike into a car door. There are five:

1. Wear a helmet.

Always. Even when walking.

2. Don’t Rush.

You’ll end up missing the big picture and rushing through life. Perhaps you may even walk out the door without a helmet.

3. Law professors are human.

Too scared to miss Civil Procedure, I showed up to class after my crash with a bloody head and hand. Not only did I gross out the people sitting behind me, but I also wrote the most confusing and disjointed notes. The only parts that might make sense are illegible because of the blood. When I decided to rest instead of attend class today, my professor emailed me back basically to take care.

4. Everybody makes mistakes.

I know I should have listened to Hannah Montana’s advice sooner. Don’t beat yourself up for the small stuff. Easier said than done, right? Just know that law school makes almost everyone feel dumb. Or, at least some people. Or, at least me and a couple other people.

5. Listen to your body.

The road literally smacked me in the head to tell me that I’m not a machine. Surprisingly, sometimes we need sleep or a mental break.

Use this blog post however you want—a potential wake-up, reminder to wear a helmet, reminder to never talk to that girl Meghan again, or something completely different. Just don’t let the ground be the one to tell you what to do.

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Crash Your Bike and Gain Perspective on Law School

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