• who the gunners are. One of whom thinks I'm their friend. I don't have the heart to be rude but this guy drives me bezerk! However I love how my profs have totally figured out that he has no point in his comments and mention it.
  • my classmates are essentially done introducing themselves. HELLO! I don't know about you but if you ain't so open now I doubt I'm gonna wanna study or help you in any way later on.
  • I will never EVER go back to a backpack! Rolly bags RULE! Sorry D, couldn't break the binding on my books since I'm thinking I'll try to resell them later. And my back loves me again!
  • The 2Ls and 3Ls don't talk to 1Ls and it sucks. Why? Why is it so essential to avoid us?! Isn't this what "Bar Review" is about?


This is my morning process. So far it has been B every morning this week. How about you?


via Indexed

Try this for procrastination purposes!

1. My uncle once pretended to be interested in my life. He is a huge yuppie and we are raging rednecks.

2. Never in my life have I lacked for the basic necessities.

3. When I was five my parents started sending me to summer camp. Yes, at five!

4. High school was a matter of class, as in if you appeared to come from the right one you were given special opportunities. It appeared that I would never be able to attend and succeed in college.

5. I will never forget my grandmothers.

6. Once I met Elton John at a bar. He was very incognito and friendly.

7. There’s this boy I know who makes me laugh just by smiling.

8. Once, at a bar, I got into a fight over the mathematics in Marx's Das Kapital.

9. By noon, I'm awake and off and running.

10. Last night I fell asleep early, received a phone call and don't remember the conversation.

11. If only I had more time.

12. Next time I go to church it will be for the food.

13. What worries me most is that I won't be great at this thing called law school.

14. When I turn my head left I see an empty bookshelf.

15. When I turn my head right I see a wall waiting to be decorated.

16. You know I’m lying when I won't look you in the eyes.

17. What I miss most about the Eighties is John Hughes' movies.

18. If I were a character in Shakespeare I’d be ...

19. By this time next year I will hopefully feel better about this whole law school thing.

20. A better name for me would be ...no idea here, most likely something snarky.

21. I have a hard time understanding physics and calculus. But I am able to do calc-based stats with a lot of effort.

22. If I ever go back to school, I’ll go tomorrow at 9am.

23. You know I like you if I make sarcastic remarks about you to your face.

24. If I ever won an award, the first person I would thank would be my father.

25. Take my advice, never be rude to strangers. Sometimes they can make your day and be just what you need.

26. My ideal breakfast is a bagel and coffee.

27. A song I love but do not have is Matthew Wilder's Break My Stride. It's not on iTunes.

28. If you visit my hometown, I suggest you don't blink.

29. Why won’t people recycle more?

30. If you spend a night at my house you'll have your own guest suite and a pooch to keep you company if you'd so like.

31. I’d stop my wedding for several reasons: an awesome 80s party, Minnie Mouse, or a good book.

32. The world could do without Kiera Knightly.

33. I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than work at a sewage treatment plant.

34. My favorite blondie is my sister.

35. Paper clips are more useful than staples. You're able to reuse them unlike staples.

36. If I do anything well it’s art.

37. I can’t help but pick up litter when I see a nearby garbage can.

38. I usually cry at Hallmark commercials.

39. My advice to my nephew/niece is to always work hard and appreciate what an education can do for you.

40. And by the way, you're it!

Have you seen the following McDonald's Olympic commercial? It's great, that is until you apply it to law school.

Think about it:

"The more we get together, together, together
the more we get together the happier we'll be.

Cuz, my friends are your friends,
and your friends are my friends.

The more we get together the happier we'll be."

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? That I'm with the same people day in, day out, all day long?! For the whole semester?! Same classes and seating charts the whole semester?!

Now change happier to crappier, or possibly nastier. Which would you choose? Any new ones?

First day...finished like a pro. Now it's on to briefing, reading, briefing, then sleeping.

So far I've enjoyed my property and civ pro profs. I've met some wonderful ladies who have a wonderful sense of humor and understand everything that's going on. These books are killing me though... I honestly may have to throw in the towel and purchase a rolling bag.

I know what you're thinking...because I think it too. I'm becoming a douchebag. However I want you to know that I WILL be laughing Nelson style when your back is crippled over from carrying too many textbooks.

  • blue eyeshadow, an excess of bobby pins, scrunchies and bright pink lipstick--ladies, why don't you just grow your hair out? Why a head full of ten pins?
  • fireworks, Bob Costas, and the lean physiques of swimmers (minus Phelps who is eh...)
  • shots of the Bird's Nest. Yes, it looks like a toilet bowl but it's still pretty freakin' awesome
  • costumes from the closing ceremony that look like they came from It's A Small World ride (by the way China--your attempt at Cirque du Soleil-ing things was crap)
  • watching Americans wrongly lip-sync the National Anthem. Dude, I can totally tell you don't know the words




Now it's back to crappy reality television....somebody shoot me please...

Tomorrow is my first day of law school. I have no clue what to expect. I am so overwhelmed with the work load, already have my first writing assignment and am still trying to understand efficient briefing.

I feel behind already. I feel like I should already have a study group which is dumb. Why? Because I want an awesome study group. THE BEST, EFFICIENT, CHALLENGING kind of group. And you can't necessarily form one when you don't know your classmates or what kind of students they are. I don't just want any old group, I want one that will work for me.

Moving on, the following will be tomorrow's mantra. There are days where I wish I too could be a Solid Gold Dancer, but for now I'll have to settle for a measly law student until Solid Gold makes a glorious comeback. (And it WILL!)



(For those haters of Solid Gold you may choose the Kids Incorporated version which is just as badass.)

Come on!

Orientation is over! Last weekend of potential freedom folks!

Time management has been emphasized so much this week I'm starting to get pissy that they're wasting MY time in repeating it. Yesterday was a joke. Complete joke! I could have used the time to read and brief and thought about reading while they were speaking but I didn't want to look like a complete douche. Then again it would have been a good example of multi-tasking AND time management. Take that orienters!

One of my favorite quotes completely sums up what I'm treading through right now:

`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'

Everyday I enter two mad, mad worlds: law school and the bus. I decided to take the bus for financial reasons and traffic is horrible here so I'm really not losing a lot of time. Besides, I can read/review on the bus. The thing I'm not crazy about is that the route near my school is not great. Vomit, piss, angry riders and last night there was even a dude with his grocery cart.

So this means you'll be reading about my wonderful bus rides! Hooray!

However back to why this is mad. I'm sure there are routes out there that are fine and dandy. Mine are not. One look around and the class distinctions are clear. I'm a minority, I stand out, living on loans I'm still much better off than many of those around me. Take this and stir in law school where some are trying to prove to you they are worthy of being here and bragging about their accomplishments thus far. Add the fact that there is a dash of (intellectual) elitism for even being in law school and you've transversed my two worlds. Now do it in 5 minutes everyday.

It's hard. It's hard to know that while many of my fellow students are able to escape the reality that is right outside, I can not. Many of them, including myself, will make the school their second home (thus escaping reality). But while I'm knocked back into the real world when I step on the bus several law students bypass it by getting in their cars and driving off. How do I know the majority of law students drive here? We spent a half hour covering parking during our library orientation and another half hour during an orientation Q & A.

Eventually I might find someone to commute with however I think riding the bus will lead to some personal growth. My patience, attitude, and brain will be challenged in ways law school may not do. The bus might just help me be a better person, and thus a better lawyer.

Again, it's a hard feeling to describe. To go straight from iphones, headsets, laptops, and Louis Vuitton to grocery carts, body odor and mental illness in five minutes shows you what a mad, mad world this can be.

Day one down, more to go!

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I think I was lucky in that the people at my table were all really down to earth. One woman actually left our table, (I don't know why), and in some ways I was glad because all she wanted to do was talk about her internship for some institute in D.C.
The way things were set up didn't allow for much casual conversation and it doesn't really look like we'll get much more. This means that I'll most likely get to know classmates in a slow fashion which I'm not fond of for at least three reasons:

  • The douchebags will take longer to come out of their shells.
  • The chicks that you thought were be oh-so-friendly are actually beeatches.
  • The playas will also take longer to reveal themselves.
Maybe--hopefully I'm wrong. I really just want to get all these introductions out of the way. I want these butterflies to take off so that I can buckle down and work.

At least day two promises comedy. We'll see if there is such a thing at my school.


Kel: What should I wear for orientation? There wasn't anything mentioned about dress.

J: Uh, do you have a kimono?

Kel: What?

J: Well it is orient-ation isn't it?

Kel: You're an asshole.

Don't worry. This won't be anything like Stephany's letter although I'm sure some of you will act in a similar way. (Ah...to be a pessimist!)

We finally get to meet today and unlike some of you I'm nervous as hell. I wonder what you'll be like and where you come from. Your life experiences, your sense of humor, among other things. I hope some of you will be ultra-friendly and not interested in talking about first assignments or law school all the time. I hear there will be plenty of that later.




Via: Law and Letters

In honor of yesterday's moving day a post on what you find when searching "move" or "moving" on YouTube:

And I saved the most appropriate for a nervous new law student for last. Kermit always makes things better:




Have a wonderful weekend!

Huh?

Can anyone tell me where my template design disappears to? Why does it do that?

Officially moved. Now for the fun unpacking!

Some lowlights from the drive:

When crossing a time zone area how do you point out to the clerk that she has her time wrong and technically I should be able to still order breakfast? Just because you straddle two zones doesn't mean you get to pick which ever one is convenient!

The words "mothers" and "clan" in a litter patrol title.

Best/worst sign/prank on our long-ass drive: "Coming soon Cuntry Auto!"
All I can do is shake my head on that one.

At least it's over...

I've been visiting with a lot friends before I move. This means that sometimes I visit them at work. One of my friends works at a school where they have a summer program. I was there in time to help pass out snack to all the hungry 3, 4, and 5 year olds. One child was unable to have snack because she only eats organic foods.

ONLY ORGANIC?

I'm not going to bore you with the questions floating around in my head on how to exclude everything but organic. How expensive your grocery bill would be or the sometimes non-organic growing conditions of organic labeled foods. Instead I'll tell you about how I used slow motion action moves to stop the child from drinking from the drinking fountain. Why? Because that water ain't organic.

My friend just laughed however I thought it was a very good question.

If you eat only organic foods how do approach water?

Yes, have you heard of it? It's my version of a Catholic school teacher for law school. It is an add-on for Mozilla that locks you out of websites for periods of time. I first heard of it over at Law and Letters.

Since I installed it I've been able to crack down on web shopping (the 100 day challenge helps), celebrity gossip, and surfing the net. This week I plan on adding even more websites, e-mail, and my feed reader. I know myself well enough to know that the internet is my number one enemy when it comes to procrastination. What I like about Leechblock is that when it's on I can rig it so I can't touch those sites, not even for "emergency" sale situations. This means that if I want to browse Nordstrom online I have to wait until Sunday morning between 8-12 to do so.

This means I can discipline myself during class...maybe. Now if they could lock me out of solitaire...

Several times during the week J will make some random comment. I don't know where they come from or why. I just know they catch me off guard and leave me frozen with a blank look on my face. Here is one of the latest ones:


K: (stressing out) We need more boxes to pack the kitchen. Should we do laundry now or later? How are we going to pack the frig? Where did all this crap come from? Are we ever going to be done?


J: I wonder what kind of health insurance ninjas have?

Calm

I had a fabulous last weekend. So relaxing, filled with friends and laughter. We spent it all out doors, in sand with the perfect temperature. It was not exactly how I envisioned it, but I think the clean air and the way things panned out has made me feel a little better about law school.

All that is left here is a sweet going away party and late night packing.


New school, new town, new state here I come!

think "what the eff am I doing?"

Seriously.

I have one week left before I move to a place where I know no one. And it scares me to death.

I don't know why I'm so nervous. It's not like I haven't done this before. And at least English is the predominant language so I should feel lucky. At least I won't have to use post-it notes to communicate.

So yesterday I was driving around town thinking about my decision to go to law school. It's not that I have doubts about my decision. It's more that I'm unable to solve for the unknown. But suddenly I looked up and to my surprise the license plate on the car in front me had my school's abbreviation-LAW. It was there, plain in sight and I followed the car awhile thinking I should ask the driver about the school. So yeah, I was minor-stalking. But it was for a good reason! It's not everyday that you see a license plate like this so far from your actual school! But there were four people in the car and I didn't want to look like a complete tool so I stopped.

So, either the universe is telling me I'm okay or I'm starting to lose it by "reading" the universe.

What's next? Tea leaves?

I was at the pool again. No snotty lifeguard. Instead he was replaced with Jim Carey's character in this SNL skit. I kid you not! I stood there, mouth wide open in awe. I could not for the life of me figure out if it was an impersonation or if it was just his personality. Dead on, down to the red shoes.

Let's just say I was afraid. And pissed by the way he used that whistle. In fact, I wanted to shove it you know where. And to the kid who shit in the pool--you did not make things any better.

I'll readily admit that I'm a judgmental person. I think we all are to a certain extent. What I'm not is one of those people who look down at others because of their class or occupational standing. I know what it's like to grow up blue collar and poor.

Without revealing too much I used to do specialized blue collar work and still fill in when needed. I was trained by the best man in town whose clients include the rich, famous, and powerful. A couple of months ago he called me to work on a very important project. I jumped at the chance because it was so important and I felt honored to work on it. While working a college dude came in with my boss's partner. College dude was sportin' his team so I asked him about school. In a cocky manner he boasted about finishing up his architecture degree and was studying for the LSAT. I kept my mouth shut and kept working. It was clear by his attitude and manner that he thought himself well above me. To my surprise my boss was listening and mentioned that I was going to law school. In a very lazy, non-interested manner he asked where I was going and I told him. Boy did his attitude change toward me once I told him. Yeah, buddy people who work hard get into law school too. Just because I'm doing manual labor doesn't mean that I'm uneducated. He is exactly the kind of person I despise.

I try to treat everyone I come across the way I would want to be treated. This might be due to the many horrid customer service stories I have and the goal to not relive them. So imagine my surprise when I ran into college dude yesterday and learned that his day job is as a lifeguard. I couldn't stop laughing to myself. The nerve of him to judge my work and treat me like a low-life when his summer intern/extern opportunities must've not panned out so well and is most likely working as the oldest lifeguard at the pool. An ego can only take you so far dude. The sad thing is I bet there will be plenty of these jerks come law school.

I'm in the car with two 8 yr olds in the back. I'm dragging myself to get my final MMR shot for school. I'm not happy about the cost of this stupid shot since I too have had it before but a baby book's records don't count.

Prince's When Doves Cry was on the radio. I went to switch the song when I am stopped by an 8 yr old.

WHAT? You want me to keep it here?

They proceeded to sing me THE ENTIRE SONG!


Result: My day was a whole lot better!


Bonus: They sang me Supertramp's The Logical Song later on. Sweet!

If we could afford Guinness we would drink it all the time. After watching this commercial I'm having second thoughts as to why I should support Guinness as a company.

Objectification, sexism, racism and violence toward women are common themes in commercials however this commercial is completely unnecessary. It's revolting. It angers me and reminds me of how much more work needs to be done to educate the masses on how women are not objects.

I've lost a lot of respect for you Guinness. And to think I once referred to you as a classy beer.

I guess it's back to the redneck domestics for now.

For those of you who haven't purchased your law textbooks you might want to check out this suggestion from Res Ipsa. I'm making a mental note to use it next semester. It was interesting to see that they think purchasing from Half.com and then re-selling on Amazon was the way to go. I've never had much luck with Half.com.

I picked J up from the airport and we went out for lunch where we ran into Mr. So-and-So. Remember him? Yeah, awkward since we haven't seen or spoke to them since that evening. But guess what?! He'll be at the wedding tomorrow too! SUPER!!

Now I truly have to keep my mouth shut because there is still a part of me that wants to say, neener, neener douchebag! I got into that school you said I'd NEVER get into!

So now, in addition to chanting "Thou shalt not admit your anxiety over this wedding" I have to say "and thou shalt be the bigger person toward douchebag."

I'd bet against me but then I'll have my Jake Ryan rival there. Three beers and she'll take care of everything for me. And if she does I'll let her have Jake for the night.

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