My law school odyssey: three years, three time zones and beyond.
5/30/2003 9:12 PM...
Life on the outside is beautiful. You can spend all morning writing, in your jammies (note to self: must find summer-weight jammies), finally get to the gym at 3 pm, and then, on the way home, pick up your dry cleaning and get your second manicure in as many weeks. I'm still in search of the ideal manicurist; the one who did my nails in Florida airbrushed the white tips, but failed to properly address the cuticles, while the one here did a terrific job on the cuticles -- as well as patching my thumbnail, cracked at the gym -- but didn't quite understand that the point of a French manicure is to give the illusion of long and elegant nails. She painted half of each nail stark white. "A clown manicure," I remarked to my car.
There is a page on my school's website that lists the classes for which grades have already been posted, by date. I found this page almost by accident, and now it tickles to think about it.
I did it! I managed to go a whole week without blogging. When I wasn't out at the barn, I was in here working on that law review competition (about which I have a great many uncomplimentary things to say, none of which should be publicly attributed to me) or out in the great room falling asleep on the couch. In fact, I fell asleep at the barn a few times too. It's tough not to when it's 96 degrees out and 94% humidity. No matter how much water you force yourself to drink, you're basically stuck in heat-exhaustion mode unless you live here. I'm not sure how Floridians do it. My mother is twice my age and flits about the barn with an almost manic energy, hauling manure with the same gusto with which she rides her horse Ernie. And I can barely hold my head up to watch. 'Course, maybe it's also the semester's stress draining out from me and leaving me limp.
The law review writing competition packet is a paltry 49 pages, which still didn't stop Kinko's from attempting to charge me $26.70 to print it. Keeping in mind that I'm doing this solely as a lark, I turned around and went back home: anything over $20 for anything except postage is too much of an investment at this point. Fortunately, my husband has offered to churn me out a copy on one of the high-speed laser printers in his office. It's a bench memo for a criminal case with evidence issues, which if nothing else should at least be good practice for the work I'll be doing later this summer.
G R E E T I N G S Capricorn
Just got home from a special Wednesday night premiere of the Matrix. When it's past midnight Eastern time, folks, it's past midnight everywhere as far as movies are concerned. Ahh, California!
I am high, drunk, spaced-out on empty expanses of time unburdened by responsibility. "I don't have to do anything," I gushed to my husband this morning. "I can do whatever I want."
Last night at about ten-thirty, I shut off the light in my room at the Abigail and settled back into bed. And then about the worst possible thing happened.
Have I mentioned what a bad idea it is to do Professor Contracts' exams while sleep-deprived? I think I want to cry.
Plugging away at practice exams on four and a half hours of sleep; since I'll be spending tonight at the Abigail and my elderly laptop doesn't run Visio 2000, I had to get all the flowcharts done before I took the train into The City this morning. I've got five, or six, or some large number of pages floating around that are proving to be reasonably helpful. I just need to get back in Professor Contracts exam mode: talk, talk, talk, just go on at length on anything, write entire paragraphs about defenses that don't apply, etc. If I can somehow retain the mojo that mysteriously graced my midterm in December, this will be the highlight of my year. Oh, Contracts, Contracts, speak to me, baby.
The Zone. It's the place where your second wind carries you, where you're running on nothing but momentum and adrenaline. "Why bother stopping now?" you hear yourself say. "Might as well keep going." It's a place where obsessive tendencies can all too easily thrive.
About a week ago, Lexis Nexis stopped incrementing my loyalty points. Does anyone know if they plan to start back up any time before the fall semester begins?thus spake /jca @ 10:26 AM...
It's finished, it's finished, it's twenty-two pages long and it feels reasonably complete. Remember when anything over twenty pages felt long? Now, with my record at 42 pages, a 22-pager impresses me by its sheer economy. This is the slimmest, most efficient outline I've done this semester. Almost makes me worry that I missed something.
Microsoft Exasperation (tm) of the moment: when, every time you save your Word document, the file size increases by another 300K or so.
I'm going stir crazy. Too many consecutive hours on this couch, too much Contracts left between me and the end of the outline. I'm about up to spring break, and have given up all hope of finishing the thing tonight.
Can someone explain to me why "rescission" is spelled with a double-S? Shouldn't it be rescind --> rescision?
I'm starting to resent the fact that the law review writing competition kicks off a week from today. It's going to take every last ounce of juice I can muster to get myself keyed and focused on Contracts. I'll be lucky indeed if there's anything left afterward except brain salad, unlimited exhaustion and a hangover.
Well, that happened.
Must. Fight. The Fear.
Suddenly Edie has become one of the scariest exam preparation experiences I've had so far in law school.
Edie outline is done! Not a moment too soon. Two days in between exams is simply not enough time to prepare, particularly when you haven't even finished outlining for the upcoming exam until one of the two days has already elapsed.
A funny from my Edie casebook:
Decision time: trek up to the City for Professor Edie's review session at noon...or spend the rest of the day finishing my outline and go to his office hours tomorrow? (They start at 9:30, which would mean the sunrise train, after I told myself I'd never take it again.)
No more Property! No More Property! NO!! MORE!! PROPERTY!!!!
Churning this morning. I'm afraid I'm going to run out of time on this exam, afraid I'm going to miss things.
Too many hours spent on Property practice exams can turn an otherwise congenial, upbeat person into a burnt-out bitter zombie with a migraine and persistent nausea. I might be able to do one more question tonight; then again, it's not yet 9 pm and I could just as easily blink once and find myself in REM sleep. I know I complained at Professor Civ Pro's parsimony in sharing old exams; Professor Property is far more generous, which turns out to be less of a virtue than I thought. If I didn't still have two exams waiting to be taken, I wouldn't feel so bad about taking a break.
I've switched from stress relief candles to a different school of thought. The candle now burning on my coffee table is not designed to relax, but to inspire: "Chi -- Vital Energy," its label boasts. "Grapefruit, Ginger & Verbena." Just what I need to power me through the remaining five (aaaaarrrgghhh) practice Property exams between here and the real thing tomorrow at 1:30 pm.
Seeking advice on keeping one's energy up. These marathon fact patterns are just sapping mine, and I haven't even gotten to the policy questions yet.thus spake /jca @ 5:52 PM...
A quick property question, for those up to the occasion:
These, I guess, are the basic questions I'm considering right now:
Interesting...the competition seems to be undersubscribed this year:
The more I think about the Civ Pro exam, the more I get scared that I actually did blow it. I've been valiantly trying not to think about it at all, but nasty little flashes of "Hey, you forgot to ______!" have been interrupting my concentration all morning. I need to just dive into my Edie outline, finish it today, and then start to crank on Property. Civ Pro is over. "It's in God's hands now," I said to I. as we packed up our laptops yesterday. "I don't know if I'd go that far," she replied. "Okay," I revised, "it's in Professor Civ Pro's hands now." Anyway, it's out of mine.