My law school odyssey: three years, three time zones and beyond.
Ahhh! Wonderful reassuring phone conversation with my patron saint of law school, St. Daniel of West Newton. I first came to know and love St. Dan back when he was still in undergraduate diapers, listening to Nine Inch Nails and moving into the suite at 484 Calhoun right as my roommates and I moved out. Now he's a Harvard Law grad with a happy marriage, a successful career in litigation, and copious advice to offer on all the things he wishes he could have done differently in law school.
So I have to ask: if a rock from the moon long ago gifted to the government of Honduras by Richard Nixon falls into smugglers' hands, how come the defendant in the property dispute over the rock is the frickin paperweight in which it's kept??
Some Pledge of Allegiance humor, from SatireWire: One Nation, (Sponsorship Opportunity Available).thus spake /jca @ 10:45 AM...
The transfer vigils are starting to heat up over on the law boards. I'm particularly encouraged by the posts suggesting that one's transfer chances are improved when applying to schools from which one was rejected or waitlisted the first time around. Ah, let it be true...Best of luck, spiritual siblings, may you wind up where you know you belong.
From the National Review: Law Under the Ninth. Apparently my hometown appellate circuit has a reputation for being, er, flaky.
Some fun from the law boards:
The Pledge of Allegiance has been declared unconstitutional by my home team, the Ninth Circuit.
G R E E T I N G S Capricorn
Ah, how I miss my school friends.
The Florida leg of my whirlwind June travel schedule has concluded: I'm back in California for a day, just enough time to unpack and repack before we leave tomorrow for an old college friend's wedding in Michigan.
I'm the kind of person who takes my problems and chews on them until they lose all their flavor. Then I take them out and stick them in my hair. -- Ellen Burstyn in the "Ya-Ya Sisterhood" movie
On a reread I get the sense that I'm being awfully unfair to state schools.
Let me tell you, Duckie,
After barely a day in California to do laundry and repack, I'm on the road again, this time in Florida (which could, in a pinch, rhyme with "Canada" in a country music song). My mother and stepfather remain in excellent health, as do their horses, my "adopted brothers." Every time I visit here I invariably return home resolving afresh to find a local stable in California and seriously work on my horsemanship.
While I was in Canada, the U.S. Mail brought a certified letter to the attention of my husband bearing the return address of the National Science Foundation.
6/11/2002 9:59 PM...
And a good time was had by all in Vancouver. I was incessantly amused at the Canadianness of Canada. It's, like, a whole different country up there. Metric signage, British spellings and bilingual consumer-products packaging never fails to make me giggle. (But if citizens of Panama are Panamanians, how come citizens of Canada aren't Canadanians?)
Off to Vancouver for a long weekend of goofy touristy law-school-preoccupation-free activity with a bunch of Internet friends. Wheee!
Get this: apparently the motivation and ambition of your garden-variety overachiever are cerebrally equivalent to the obsessions of an addictive personality. So saith CNN's Dr. Gupta, who is cute and reads Science magazine more attentively than the rest of us.
Bred to a harder thing
Deadlines I must not forget:
Nasty dreams last night...scenes of repeated public embarrassment. Not quite nightmares, since I managed to fend for myself in every embarrassing situation I dreamed, but still the kinds of dreams where you wake up every two to three hours exhausted from the effort. (Husband was thrashing around aplenty in his sleep too; maybe it was something we ate.)
IIRC, the classrooms at my law school have chalkboards. I wonder if they'll be replacing them with whiteboards as well? Or maybe I'm just remembering incorrectly, and they already have whiteboards. Another interesting thing to which I failed to pay attention.
From the "Wish I'd been a fly on that wall" department: