My law school odyssey: three years, three time zones and beyond.
The Blawg Ring welcomes In Re, its fiftieth member!
Page nine, all done!!, 12:07 am. Only missed my goal by seven minutes! Now for the real important part -- a good night's rest before Thursday comes rushing up to bite my booty in seven hours.thus spake /jca @ 12:05 AM...
10:52, up to page 6. Just had to take a quick breather: current background music is the Lord of the Rings soundtrack, and I can't listen to Enya singing Aníron without pausing, closing my eyes and picturing Aragorn and Arwen on the bridge at Rivendell.
9:43 pm, up to page 4. Anyone want to make any bets as to whether I'll be done by midnight?thus spake /jca @ 9:41 PM...
8:17 pm, roughly 25% done. Kicking up my Discussion section. Also got a kick out of the second-to-last sentence of this:
Current time: 6:38 pm.
There is a Halloween pumpkin contest being judged today in the cafeteria, featuring some truly remarkable uses for squash. On display are the entire Simpsons family, a Trotskyesque axe-embedded-in-head deal, a goth bride, Barry Bonds, a coiled rattlesnake, and a freakish painted gourd bearing the baroquely-scripted legend MY NAME IS LAW EXAM, I AM SCARY AS ALL HELL.
Actual quote from a case I'm gridding for tonight/tomorrownight's memo:
Maybe it's universal:
You are Sylvia Plath
No matter how much you struggle, you can't manage to shake off depression. You use symbolism to express yourself and have a knack for getting the most out of gas ovens.
Take the Which Poet are You? Quiz - brought to you out of boredom and pretention!
(Quiz courtesy of Becky.) thus spake /jca @ 6:28 PM...
What is going on here??
Augh, this is just awful.
More pupating going on:
Today, as I checked my mail drop, I noticed a woman a few paces away carrying a baby in one of those carseat-with-handles deals. The kid couldn't have been more than three or four months old, and was blissfully quiet, smiling vacantly as her eyes roamed around the room. I waved to her and continued on my way.
Thank goodness for the end of Daylight Savings Time! I love gaining another hour to avoid working on my Contracts outline or my final El-Dubyar memo, damn thing.
I wouldn't have known about this if Yahoo hadn't told me so.
If I'm reading the assignment sheet correctly, we submit two drafts of our last El-Dubyar memo before finally settling on a final-and-this-time-I-mean-it version.
More on next semester's schedule:
I wonder if now is a good time to read One L.
Next semester's schedules showed up in our mail drops this week, and the news first and foremost is good: I snagged my first-choice elective, Employment Discrimination.
All colors bleed to red
Our weather has soured over the past week, to the point where the city is just a lousy place to be. San Francisco is prone to fog year-round, but as soon as the late-September "Indian summer" passes, the stuff blankets and adheres to the city like a massive sausage casing, sealing out dry warmth until the spring.
I went to Professor Contracts' office hours today, in hopes of gaining some clarity on the invitation to offer/offer/counteroffer conundrum.
I thought they'd gone and done it when I first tasted Altoids Sours. But now they've outdone themselves once again: ginger Altoids.
You know the myth that all law school exams are open book?
Did anyone else have trouble with Blogger this weekend?thus spake /jca @ 10:36 AM...
After another lovely productive Saturday afternoon at K.'s place, I now have a complete up-to-date torts outline.
And while on the subject of animals that fascinate me: maybe it was an albatross.thus spake /jca @ 10:55 PM...
My school's bookstore has gotten into the seasonal-decorations craze in an unusually, and perhaps unnecessarily, macabre fashion. Outside the store's front door is a small collection of black Styrofoam tombstones featuring bas-relief skulls; so far so good, pretty conventional for Halloween.
Gaaah. This memo is taking much longer to rewrite than it took to write. My choice of background music isn't helping, either -- as much as I love Verdi overtures, they're not particularly conducive to picking something apart and attempting to reassemble it per someone else's specs.
I've never been much of a publicly political person. My close friends tend to be aware of my views; my family less so; and random office- or schoolmates, little to not at all.
Yet another reason to love Prof. Torts (notice how these keep proliferating?):
This morning, as I was walking up to the train station, I heard pounding footsteps on the pavement behind me. I stepped aside, letting the runner pass me. He was a nicely-dressed man with a briefcase, and his suit coat and tie were flapping in the wind like sails as he bolted to catch the departing southbound train.
Back a few months ago, before school started, St. Daniel teased me about watching me turn into a lawyer before his eyes. I blew him off at the time, but lately I've been noticing how right he (as usual) was.
Waddling Thunder discourses on complaining law students. (He makes an exception for me, bless his heart.)
Mike at Method to the Madness, while teasing me for briefing in Microsoft Access (dude, it's what there was on my laptop!), has a terrific idea for a web-based open source legal research tool. I am 100% wholeheartedly in favor of such a concept. Go for it, Mike, and let us all know what we can do to contribute!thus spake /jca @ 11:10 PM...
Note to all friends of highly mobile folks: don't ever agree to help them move unless you know in advance exactly how many truckloads of stuff you'll need to help haul.
Speaking of perfect timing...
On the southbound train this afternoon, I came to the end of my Torts reading for Monday and peeked ahead at the next case. It's Palsgraf v. Long Island Railroad, one of those cases that demonstrates to your cocktail-party interlocutors that you went to law school.
I came away from El-Dubyar today in a minor lather, suddenly afraid that the cases I'd chosen as the meat of my memo left my argument full of holes. This is our second memo, but the first one on which we're graded, and while Bill Altreuter is very kindly (and repeatedly) counseling me to quit obsessing over making the numbers (*hugs* to Bill), it's much easier to agree with him in theory than in practice. There are few things as fragile and battered as an embattled 1L's sense of confidence, and mine seems to have a Kick Me sign tattooed across its shoulderblades. I made the 7:00 train, landed in my seat, looked in the window, and saw the reflection of some strange old exhausted woman glowering back at me.
10/09/2002 11:56 PM...
I'm more than halfway through my second memo (and my second glass of wine) and have hit that annoying point where every background noise is suddenly inordinately distracting. My husband is off in the study playing No One Lives Forever 2, but it isn't even his gunshots that are bothering me; it's my own choice of music. The current CD is a deliciously scratchy compilation of antique opera recordings, and while I was more or less able to focus through Lotte Lehmann's rendition of Komm O Hoffnung, a young Pavarotti is now singing Rigoletto and risks entrancing me to the point of total immersion.
It's elective decision time! (If only to defer, for another half hour or so, the draft memo I need to produce tonight.)
Grist for the rumor mill: More students took the LSAT at this past Saturday's administration than had ever sat for a single administration of the test before, ever. (Source: office hours with Professor Civ Pro, formerly a board member and currently on an advisory committee at LSAC.)
I have just briefed my hundredth case.
Today's mail drop yielded three noteworthy items:
No teahouse excursion today; I just didn't have it in me to schlep all the way back up to San Francisco, fret about parking, etc. If they ever start running the trains on the weekends, I'm going to have to find a new excuse.
Here's a first: today Sua Sponte got a hit from brunet.bn, as in Brunei Darussalam. Maybe it was the Sultan himself!
The second season of my first semester is already beginning.
My husband isn't home yet, and the simmering pot of white bean soup on the stove will need to continue simmering for another 45 minutes before it becomes officially edible. (Mad props to Professor Civ Pro for canceling class today, enabling me to actually *gasp* cook dinner.) I, meanwhile, have the munchies.
Afloat in a mess of Latinate suffixes -- promisor/promisee, offeror/offeree -- I find myself wondering if the victim of negligence is a negligee.thus spake /jca @ 6:23 PM...
Ever since my undergraduate days, I've wished for a twin. (Preferably a twin brother, one who sang bass and beat up people who were mean to me.)thus spake /jca @ 4:04 PM...
thus spake /jca @ 10:59 PM...
Next semester, we lucky lucky 1L's are granted the unprecedented boon of actually being able to choose one of our classes. (Just one, mind you, from among five potential choices rather than the whole catalogue. They don't want to give us more options than we can handle, you see.)
The Blawg Ring's newest member, Elizabeth, has this insight on the subject of law school cliques.