My law school odyssey: three years, three time zones and beyond.
2/28/2003 8:31 PM...
The sunrise train features its own cast of usual suspects. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday morning I come trudging downtown to the station and see much the same people waiting: the same woman who from twenty paces looks exactly like my college roommate Laura; the same group of loud high school kids who make a point of greeting each other volubly as they're dropped off, one after another, in the parking lot on the far side of the tracks ("HI CHRIS!!!"); the same three Mexican sous-chefs who ride bicyles, speak rapid Spanish, and wear some of the most remarkably-patterned cotton pants I've ever seen first thing in the morning.
Incredible, how diverse our law school experiences all manage to be even within the 1L formula. The folks at Open and Notorious are going through an El-Dubyar-like experience in what they've dubbed "Brute Court," while my own Moot Court experience has turned out to be a blessed relief from the rest of my semester. I can spend a few hours working on my brief and, implausibly, feel better than when I started.
Preregistration for next semester fast approaches, bringing all sorts of baggage that I have no desire to carry these days. So let's not go there. Anyways, boiled down to its essence, we've basically been given our marching orders: rack up two semesters of Con Law; one each of Evidence, Crim Pro, Wills & Trusts, Corporations, and Remedies; two credits of Professional Responsibility/Ethics (which gets its own quasi-bar-esque exam); and a course in Community Property since this is, after all, California; and *whee*! we're magically ready for the bar exam.
A Moot Court horoscope!
This might be it for my Moot Court brief. "Final drafts" are due tomorrow, but then again they were due last week and will probably be due again next week, not to mention after we get back from spring break and this time they mean it. Still, I get the sense that I'm almost there. Not much more real writing to do on this baby.
In today's email:
I am now officially a schlemiel.
G R E E T I N G S Capricorn
I'm not usually a blame-shifter, nor do I normally buy in to group-based politics. But this article from a school over on the other coast hooked me with its take on why certain groups of people, including women -- particularly ones with a history of overachievement -- set themselves up to do poorly in law school. Hmmm.thus spake /jca @ 11:34 PM...
Past ten-thirty PM. Husband still not home from work. Dinner tonight was two blood oranges, a few almonds, a piece of toast, some buttermilk, and two (thus far) glasses of wine.
Earlier this week, folks at UMich held an Affirmative Action Bake Sale -- charging different prices for a bagel depending on the ethnicity of the purchaser. Guess who got the best deal.
It struck me as odd, back last week, that only one exam awaited me at the official show-your-ID pickup station. I already had both my Torts and Contracts responses in my possession, so the pickup should have completed my collection with both Civ Pro and Crim. Sure enough, there was Crim, and as it turned out I had blown the exact question I'd feared and perfectly nailed everything else. But Civ Pro was notably absent.
Check it -- I won third prize, 2000 loyalty points, in the Valentine's Day Lexis Nexis contest. How's that for luck?thus spake /jca @ 9:54 PM...
I certainly hope I'm not giving the impression that I'm some nose-in-the-air appellate elitist who nostril-sighs and rolls her eyes at the thought of being a trial lawyer. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Out of luck today in Moot Court; other folks are catching on to my submit-the-draft-electronically-the-night-before strategy. Today's overheads detailed the picking-over not of my second draft, but of one submitted by counsel for petitioner. I guess it's only fair that both sides get equal air time.
you know you're a woman hitting That Time In Your Life when...
Argh, it's so late and my Moot Court argument redraft has yet to pick up any serious steam.
Blogger's back! You'd think that getting acquired by Google would be cause for something other than a straight day of downtime. (Or was it just me?)
High-fives to Waddling Thunder, who is in a positive place after learning of his exam results. (Clifford Chance, here he comes!) Once again, WT, I find myself wishing I were you. At least one of us has it all together!
Returned home this evening to find a message on the answering machine. A clerk from one of the hitherto-silent district judges was seeking to schedule an interview with me. If, that is, I was still interested.
It's always embarrassing to find out about an annoying habit of yours when a group of your friends start imitating you and agreeing with each other. "Oh, that's so JCA!" "Omigawd, exactly!"
D'oh! Now everyone has to buy tomorrow's paper, too.
Per the excellent advice of pretty much everyone, I phoned up the Sixth District just now and accepted the offer.
Campus NLG reports, via mass email, that the fundraising campaign for the New York Times ad was a huge success. The ad will run in tomorrow's West Coast edition of the Times, on page 13 [oops --ed.]. Be sure to check out the paper and make sure that they didn't misspell any of my colleagues' names.
Earlier this week I happened to glance at the laptop screen of O., who sits to my left in Edie, as she checked her email. I tried not to blanch as I saw a sentence that was obviously none of my business: "Maybe you should wait to accept the offer from [magistrate judge] until you hear back from [other judge]." The magistrate judge in question was the same one who had contacted me last month, promising an interview in February. If she had already made offers, then...
The secret to good feedback in Moot Court is simple: don't wait until class to hand in your draft on paper, just email it to the instructor the night before. The next day during class, like clockwork, paragraphs of mine will magically appear on the overhead and proceed to get tidily fisked, sentence by sentence, by the instructor. It's completely anonymous, so there's no insult or offense involved. (Even so, he comes up to me after class and thanks me for being a good sport. What a guy! I'm not being a good sport at all, I'm being a greedy feedback-seeker!) I take all of his notes and walk away from class with my draft already redlined in Word, ready to retool over the weekend while all the paper drafts are still being evaluated for the first time. I will iterate until I get this right.
Argument draft is done, finally. That took a long time.
This is clearly my lucky day: I just found myself an instant winner of 1000 loyalty points on Lexis-Nexis. Now that's nifty.thus spake /jca @ 8:51 PM...
I did something almost unheard-of this morning: I drove to school.
When is an A just not enough?
Sloooooow going on the Argument. It's not so bad as El-Dubyar, but for some reason, lecturing at length on the subject of trespass to chattels just feels like pulling teeth. One by one. With salad tongs.
Must...break...out of...procrastination mode...
Today's mail drop featured a sequel to last semester's panic-inducing LEEWS promotional flyer. "Now you know the accuracy of the BASIC TRUTHS we announced last fall," it announces ominously, then picks over the remains of our collectively shredded hopes with alarming deftness. I particularly liked the punch line:
From the same folks who brought you the "Get Your Name on the Michigan Amicus Brief" petition...it's the "Get Your Name in the New York Times for Only $25" ad campaign:
Welcome the Blawg Ring's 100th member: Naked Ownership!thus spake /jca @ 1:35 PM...
An unusual quantity of roadkill has appeared across my path this week.
From the email file, special for Janeway:
I need to find a way to use the word "gravamen" in conversation more often.thus spake /jca @ 1:24 PM...
What the hell is the deal with adverse possession??
Poor, poor Brobeck.