My law school odyssey: three years, three time zones and beyond.
Yesterday at the gym, I picked up a section of the New York Times that someone had left on an adjacent exercycle. It was the Sunday Styles section, which prominently featured a pair of rose-colored glasses and the headline "What, Me Worry?" I've been nagging my husband with unusual alacrity lately, since he's let himself get so upset over the stock market (among other things). It's always reassuring to collect printed material in support of my viewpoint:
Some more good advice today, courtesy of a fortune cookie at Hangen Restaurant on Castro Street. This must have been an especially lucky cookie, since it came with two fortunes:
More advice from the boards on ways to do well in your first year. Book brief, check. Do all your work before you go home, check. I'm even debating checking out Planet Law School from the library, just for kicks.
"Believe it or not" headline from the AP: Moussaoui Withdraws Guilty Plea Bid. At this point I'm really starting to feel sorry for the prosecutors, not to mention Judge Brinkema. I'm not sure if there's any way they can prevent this from turning into one long drawn-out farce.
Many thanks to Stuart for this lovely link to the Moussaoui docket sheet, featuring such gems as "Motion by Zacarias Moussaoui Already 3 Weeks that I Ask You Leonie Brinkema to Order the FBI to Release My Letter to Europe," "Motion by Zacarias Moussaoui to Stop Leonie Brinkema DJ playing Game with My Life," "Motion by Zacarias Moussaoui to Compel the United States Government to Apologize to the Muslim Ummah for the Insult to the Coran Contain in the Letter to Zacarias Moussaoui," and "Motion by Zacarias Moussaoui Nobody can Prepare Sept 11 in 14 Working Days." And it gets even better. A must-read.thus spake /jca @ 4:31 PM...
Headline of the day, from MSNBC (actually, had I been paying better attention, this would have been the headline of the day a good month ago): Are We a Nation of Greedy Cheaters?thus spake /jca @ 3:13 PM...
Hey, look, they noticed.thus spake /jca @ 2:56 PM...
I owe a huge, openhearted thank you to all of the lawyers, past present and future, who have happened upon Sua Sponte and offered their advice and support (as opposed, to, say, commenting that I need to quit worrying, grow up, or get over myself). These goodly J.D.'s all seem to be good-natured, salt-of-the-earth folks, as are many if not all of the legal professionals I know personally. I wonder why members of the profession are so readily rubber-stamped as nasty and self-serving. My experience with lawyers to date, almost without exception, has been entirely otherwise.
Oh, I am chortling. I am so chortling. A poster on the law boards shared this article from U.S. News (the law board bible, for unrelated reasons) on how MBAs are going out of style. "Management scholar Jeffrey Pfeffer, of Stanford, no less, examines 40 years of research and concludes there is scant evidence those with an MBA better their careers or fortunes."
OK, now this is just getting kind of silly. Moussaoui's roommate is pleading guilty to "making false statements." Not perjury, just "lying to U.S. authorities," whatever that means.
Someone must have barked up CNN's tree about their alarmist Zacarias Moussaoui-related headline yesterday; today's coverage of the same news has been tempered to a front-page teaser of "Moussaoui guilty plea puzzles court," a headline of "Moussaoui may be his own worst enemy" and a fun lead paragraph: "A federal judge tried to save the accused man from himself, but Zacarias Moussaoui, the only suspect facing charges in the September 11 terrorist attacks, wasn't having it. It seemed nothing would stop Moussaoui from digging what seemed to be his legal grave." (article)
Someone from the law boards got in to UVA on a transfer. "Getting my bad lsat in 2000 was the lowest point of my law life so far because I knew that UVa was out of the question. But I worked hard and it paid off. Finally I have avenged that f**king lsat."
An interesting study in law reporting...
The To-Do List, v3.0:
Oiy. There's apparently such a thing as a transfer waitlist.
Well, I've gone and done it...as of about 2 pm this afternoon, my first semester law school tuition is paid in full. The scholarship fortunately meant that the check I had to write was roughly equivalent to only slightly more than one month's rent ("Now that's low risk!" --my mother); still, that would be a sore sum to desert if I did get the waitlist call.
In the past twenty-four hours, for some reason, I've received a terrific concentration of good law school feedback over the course of several conversations with various trusted advisors. I'll cite some of the best of it here, and leave all the sources anonymous at the request of some (minority rule in action!).
Everyone else is doing it...so here goes:
Overheard during a round of particularly silly jokes:
He told me so:
Katie is currently cramming for the bar exam, as is my old pal Ross (who shall remain linkless, unfortunately -- you'll just have to take my word for it that his home page, back when it existed, was awesome).
The news of the scholarship has finally inspired me to start reading Garner, the style guide I bought a few months ago. I now realize that the Garner I have is one of several Garners currently in print. (Collect 'em all!) If I felt like fretting, I could certainly find fretworthy material in wondering exactly how many Garners I really ought to read before school starts next month. St. Dan's restatement books haven't yet arrived, either.
We've been discovered, Muriel! Sua Sponte has finally achieved level 1.0 on the blog-notoriety scale: it's been blogged by someone I didn't already know. Kudos to Howard, to whom I have now actually introduced myself, for turning over this particular rock and catching me in time before I scurried back into my nest.
I'm still in the sweet from yesterday. My husband treated me to an excellent cheap date at The Dhaba, a chaat house in Sunnyvale where the combo platters are handed to you on a tray, the forks are plastic, and the raita comes in miniature styrofoam coffee cups. We then got a little more extravagant and indulged in the purchase of a long-craved bottle of single-malt Scotch, courtesy of the motherlode.
If I'm going to be a lawyer I'm going to have to learn to type the word lawyer without continually reversing the W and the Y. You don't see this, since I usually catch myself in the act and correct the error on the fly, but the sad fact is that I type laywer pretty much every time I try not to.
I've got a number of decisions to make, but can't yet make any of them based on the amount of information I have on hand. The flow probably goes something like this:
How to make top 10% in your first year...about a dozen different suggestions.thus spake /jca @ 1:28 PM...
Don't complain or talk about your problems. 80% of people don't care and the other 20% think you deserve them. --Mark Twain
I've made some good headway on my to-do list: my health forms are copied, mailed-out and safe in my files respectively, and after a few hours supine on the living-room couch yesterday, pausing only to blow my nose (I'm feeling better, but still have the sniffles), I finished reading A Civil Action.
Headline of the day: Justices draw the line with underwear searches. "The bus search case overshadowed the underpants search challenge because of its impact on the government's anti-terrorism efforts." Oh, to have been a fly on that wall.
The Updated To-Do List for July 2002:
I've fallen mildly ill, it seems, or else am having a bitterly prolonged allergy attack (unmitigated by any of the allergy-type meds I've been taking to fight it, even my husband's prescription ones). Bragging about my great health a few days ago must have tipped my karma. *sigh*.
Worry is interest paid on trouble before it comes due. -- William R. Inge (1860-1954)
More good news: I'm apparently in excellent health.
Good news -- my tuition bill has, by some miraculous creaking within the University of California's byzantine records system, already been revised. How's this for good sense: The invoice I received on Saturday (postmarked 6/28 and, for some odd reason, dated 7/1) must have gone out just before the General Counsel's office alerted Fiscal Services that I was, in fact, a California resident. By the time I called the Fiscal Services office this morning, they had already wiped the out-of-state tuition line item off my bill, effectively reducing the thing by half. Whee!