My law school odyssey: three years, three time zones and beyond.
Quick post, husband is calling me...
Pre-job blues. Vacation ends tomorrow and mommy I don't wanna go back...
Without a doubt, the funniest opinion granting a summary judgment I've ever read: Bradshaw v. Unity Marine Corp., 2001 U.S. Dist. LEXIS 8962 (S.D. Tex. June 27, 2001).
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Jeremy responds (hi, Jeremy!) to my ramblings of yesterday.
I may be so late to this party that everyone else has already left (wouldn't be the first time in my life), but even if that's so, I'm happy to play cleanup crew (ditto).
Thanks to Waddling Thunder for discovering this excellent article on surviving a long commute.
You've heard by now, of course. (If not, here's the quickie: "Supreme Court Upholds Affirmative Action.")
Google search of the day: "externship judge first day work wear suit."
My phone rang at 9ish this morning; it was, as anticipated, FedEx delivering the guilty pleasure that I am far from alone in savoring today.
I'm an avowed spicy food enthusiast, so this was a no-brainer. But even if I didn't already collect hot sauces, I still couldn't have resisted Lawyer's Breath:
G R E E T I N G S Capricorn
"Pinch me," I told my husband over celebratory dinner at Benihana last night. "Sooner or later I'm going to have to wake up."
After a long phone conversation this morning with Adam, I lost my nerve and realized that I was no longer detached and blissful and enjoying life on the outside. I was in denial. My grades were sitting untouched on the web, and it was no longer comfortable not to know what they were. I was getting winded at the gym after five minutes because I just wasn't breathing.
I felt so big and strong, spiking my casebooks into the bookstore's giant recycling bin last month. But I was a mere flyspeck compared to this, a disposal method that -- admit it! -- we've all dreamed of trying.thus spake /jca @ 11:23 AM...
Make that six (6) simultaneously pregnant friends. Gaaaaah!
Tonight at Il Fornaio, hubby and I ran into P. from my moot court class. She's working this summer at a local law firm and staying up the peninsula, having a nice time and settling comfortably into the nonschool lifestyle. She told me that as of this morning, all of her grades had already been posted.
Bekah nails it, again, as usual. If you don't read her blog regularly yet, I highly recommend starting.
Welcome the Blawg Ring's 200th member, KC Lawyer!thus spake /jca @ 8:10 PM...
The website featuring professor/course/date filed listings has not yet been updated with the grades filed today, a.k.a. the deadline for doing so. I could cheat and go straight to my personal report (thankfully, the school has done away with the big honking lists of grades posted publicly; now we can log in as individuals and keep our results, however ignominious, to ourselves); but that would be cheating. I'm happy to wait another day.thus spake /jca @ 12:52 PM...
Google hit of the day: "options for people who fail law school."
Look what Amazon.com recommended for me...thus spake /jca @ 4:45 PM...
In case anyone is wondering, no, my grades still have not been posted. Monday the ninth is the deadline. I don't really mind waiting, to tell the truth. Right now, things could still go really, really well.
No copyright class for me. I let time make the decision for me and cooked dinner for my groggy husband instead. Now that school's out I should make things that are fancier or more involved, but this recipe is one of his favorites and also happens to be a completely cheap and easy throw-together for all ye law students in search of dietary variety on a budget:
Yet another of my pals has just gone pregnant, leaving me with a grand total of 5 women friends simultaneously in the family way. I'd conjecture as to the contents of the water except that these ladies live all over the country. Maybe 'tis just the season.
Back on duty: this time, rather than grinding away at the same old grind, I'm playing nursemaid to my convalescing husband (he's so cute when he convalesces). Many people say that untimely biological-clock-type urges are best addressed by getting a puppy. I personally prefer mothering someone who's only just dopey enough to still appreciate it.