I found out last week that I will be slaving in the attic of the law school, continuing my streak of being frighteningly without color due to lack of sun exposure, all so I can put those little words on my resume...Quasi-Law University Law Review - Staff Member. I was actually pretty excited, despite the whole 80 page comment part, until I started looking at the list of new people. Sarcastic Roommie is on and so is Uber-Nice, both excellent, yet blazingly different, people to hang out with. But then...there's The Blonde Girls. The cackling will be heard for miles. And Cricket, who resembles the hopping creeper to such a degree that you must do a double take; unfortunately, Cricket's voice is just as grading as his namesake's. Possibly worst of all, is The Obligation. She has a strange obsessive competitiveness with me, and to some extent, my whole group of friends. The ironic thing is I failed to notice until her former friends pointed it out. It must be tragic to desperately try to be better that someone who easily forgets your existence. Sadly, after that she stepped it up enough that her irritating comments finally blipped on the radar. That said, I'm excited about the whole thing. Someone remind me of that when I'm complaining in a few months.
Also, have some interviews in DC and San Francisco. Anyone from there or visited much? I'd love to hear your thoughts on the respective areas.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
The Day of the Penis
I started work yesterday at the DA's office. They had this case of solicitation of a minor. They told us to look at the chat logs and that it continued on the next pages. We flipped the page... and there was shot after shot of penis. Fully erect, hand-working-its-magic penis. Eewww! Even more disgusting: knowing he posted that on the internet to try to scam on girls. Young naive girls. Lesson learned from Day 1: Don't be skeazy. It's not becoming on anyone. Lesson for very naive young girls: If a person says "That's cool." to everything you say, he's probably an old man who's touching his naughty bits. Stay far away.
Lesson learned from Day Number 2: If you're being prosecuted for a DWI, don't try to say you had the flu and were nervous, which cause you to fail all sobriety tests...and the continue to talk thus destroying any credibility you might have acheived.
And the BIG lesson of the last two days: Defendants, WASH your hair before going to court. The greasy look is probably not going to help your case. (And know I'm not talking about those that have no other option).
Lesson learned from Day Number 2: If you're being prosecuted for a DWI, don't try to say you had the flu and were nervous, which cause you to fail all sobriety tests...and the continue to talk thus destroying any credibility you might have acheived.
And the BIG lesson of the last two days: Defendants, WASH your hair before going to court. The greasy look is probably not going to help your case. (And know I'm not talking about those that have no other option).
Monday, June 30, 2008
Three Days to Go
In three days, I will officially finished with my first half of the summer and then be off to Funny Brother's wedding. I'm pretty sure I'm the only single person invited. I might have to find a busboy to hit on. Cheers!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Deep Thoughts for Shallow Minds
I brought some stuff home this weekend for a memo I'm working on at work. Have I picked it up yet? Of course not, I'm too busy watching the Top 10 Mexican beaches on the Travel Channel. I desperately want some travel in my life. That was half my reason for going to law school; it would give me the cashflow to do some real traveling. Question is: Will I ever have time to use that cash? Now, back to important things like Lifetime movies.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Summer job
A loyal reader wondered if I was ever posting again...Answer: I am. I'm just lazy.
1L summer job update: The firm is pretty great truthfully. I'm working in an Oil and Gas litigation firm. My supervising attorney is frankly a badass. At the beginning of the job, I got to go to a big trial and watch Suvervising Attorney for about a week and a half. He is sheer genius in front of a jury. Second chair was the appellate attorney they hired who is a former justice of our state Supreme Court. It was incredible to watch the two of them to their thing. I kept thinking, "Crap, I have to somehow figure out how to become them." Former Justice gave me her card and asked me to stay in touch with her, but I haven't yet. I feel like I have to have something great to contact her about. Like, "Oh, by the way, I got a clerkship with SCOTUS." Or "Oh, by the way, G.W. called and asked me to give him some legal advice." Not, "So, I finally figured out the non-law-school version of Westlaw." Or, "Hey, I billed 8 hours today." Or, "So, I think summer job's lunch schedule has added five pounds to the extra person that law school already put into my jeans."
At summer job, I've been able to do some pretty sweet things like attend a trial for a week and a half, take a chartered plane to a hearing, research some really complex memos, and of course the more standard, more boring memos as well. They take us to lunch everyday and we've had the standard social events. That said, strangely, I'm really ready for this part of the summer to be over. I think it has to do with living in a smaller town where I know not a soul, the one d-bag attorney that told everyone I knock to loud (I'm mean really, is that the worst thing you can say about me?!?!), and the fact that I actually have enough time to finally be extremely sad about Bip, but more about that later.
In two weeks, I leave and start at DA's office.
The family: Funny brother's wedding is in two weeks. I really need to get on that picture slide show I promised I would make but the daunting number of pictures I have to put on there keeps me from wanting to do that. Quasi-dog is at the parents. Little Houdini (sp?) got out of the fence and was hanging with Neighbor. Psycho neighbor dog nearly ripped off her foot. I could kill Psycho Neighbor Dog. Beast. Seriously, she had to get upteen stitches and it's killing me that I'm not even there. I'll be such a mess if I ever have kids.
The boy: There's still not one, but here's the deal. The last few weeks I've seriously got down about Bip and I. I think it's the first time that I've really had time to think about him and us and everything I gave up. I'm not saying it wasn't the right thing to do, but I just feel really empty and melancholy.
Old Crush from the Northwest started calling me again. It should make me totally giddy again, but I feel kinda unsure about it. Alas, it gives me something to think about at least. Best Friend likes that he's up there to, so maybe I'll move back to the NW. If I do that, it definitely wouldn't be for him, since he almost broke my heart the last time.
Job search: I hate my computer. All I get to do on the blasted thing is look at diversity job fairs, firm websites, and cover letters in the making. I'm applying in Texas, Washington D.C., Washington state, and San Francisco. Since I'm from little unknown school, my chances in far away places are lil to none.
1L summer job update: The firm is pretty great truthfully. I'm working in an Oil and Gas litigation firm. My supervising attorney is frankly a badass. At the beginning of the job, I got to go to a big trial and watch Suvervising Attorney for about a week and a half. He is sheer genius in front of a jury. Second chair was the appellate attorney they hired who is a former justice of our state Supreme Court. It was incredible to watch the two of them to their thing. I kept thinking, "Crap, I have to somehow figure out how to become them." Former Justice gave me her card and asked me to stay in touch with her, but I haven't yet. I feel like I have to have something great to contact her about. Like, "Oh, by the way, I got a clerkship with SCOTUS." Or "Oh, by the way, G.W. called and asked me to give him some legal advice." Not, "So, I finally figured out the non-law-school version of Westlaw." Or, "Hey, I billed 8 hours today." Or, "So, I think summer job's lunch schedule has added five pounds to the extra person that law school already put into my jeans."
At summer job, I've been able to do some pretty sweet things like attend a trial for a week and a half, take a chartered plane to a hearing, research some really complex memos, and of course the more standard, more boring memos as well. They take us to lunch everyday and we've had the standard social events. That said, strangely, I'm really ready for this part of the summer to be over. I think it has to do with living in a smaller town where I know not a soul, the one d-bag attorney that told everyone I knock to loud (I'm mean really, is that the worst thing you can say about me?!?!), and the fact that I actually have enough time to finally be extremely sad about Bip, but more about that later.
In two weeks, I leave and start at DA's office.
The family: Funny brother's wedding is in two weeks. I really need to get on that picture slide show I promised I would make but the daunting number of pictures I have to put on there keeps me from wanting to do that. Quasi-dog is at the parents. Little Houdini (sp?) got out of the fence and was hanging with Neighbor. Psycho neighbor dog nearly ripped off her foot. I could kill Psycho Neighbor Dog. Beast. Seriously, she had to get upteen stitches and it's killing me that I'm not even there. I'll be such a mess if I ever have kids.
The boy: There's still not one, but here's the deal. The last few weeks I've seriously got down about Bip and I. I think it's the first time that I've really had time to think about him and us and everything I gave up. I'm not saying it wasn't the right thing to do, but I just feel really empty and melancholy.
Old Crush from the Northwest started calling me again. It should make me totally giddy again, but I feel kinda unsure about it. Alas, it gives me something to think about at least. Best Friend likes that he's up there to, so maybe I'll move back to the NW. If I do that, it definitely wouldn't be for him, since he almost broke my heart the last time.
Job search: I hate my computer. All I get to do on the blasted thing is look at diversity job fairs, firm websites, and cover letters in the making. I'm applying in Texas, Washington D.C., Washington state, and San Francisco. Since I'm from little unknown school, my chances in far away places are lil to none.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Long time
Dear Readers,
Humblest apoloy. gies for the lack of posts for the last...oh..lifetime. I fell off the edge of the world for a while.
Updates since last post:
Bip and I officially and completely ended, didn't speak at all for a while, but appear to be working our way back to friend status.
I've had a couple dates with Connected 3L, but nothing that would mesmerize. I still maintain the dating within law school is kind of creepy. I just don't trust anyone in that blasted building. They're so swarmy... Nonetheless, I have begun my career as Matchmaker for the Socially Awkward. So far, I have one potential match, though they are both lacking in the Awkwardness that would up the entertainment factor. As I endlessly adore them both, I'm quietly watching to see what happens and hoping to have a childed named Quasi after me. Ha.
Con Law Final is tomorrow. Property is Friday, then Crim law and Legal Practice next week. Studying has been sucky. Not looking like the ol' GPA shall be so stellar this semester. So sad. This is leading me to the conclusion that I must do an amazing job in working over the summer, so when my GPA tanks, the firm will so adore me that they will completely ignore my soon-to-be horrid GPA. The first half of the summer, I'll be at Small Firm with Big Firm Treament (SFBFT) and the second half at a DA's office. I'm excited, but nervous for sure.
Law Review Competition here involves a write on for everyone. Then they do some mysterious balance between percent in the class and the quality of the paper. I think the write-on packet is going to be hellacious, but I'm going to be slaving over it regardless. Blech.
Fellow 1Ls, good luck with Finals and...WE'RE ALMOST DONE!!!!
2Ls, congrats on the upcoming year of magic. Please post lots of wondrous posts about the magic to give me hope.
3Ls...CONGRATS!!! Good luck on the Bar!
Humblest apoloy. gies for the lack of posts for the last...oh..lifetime. I fell off the edge of the world for a while.
Updates since last post:
Bip and I officially and completely ended, didn't speak at all for a while, but appear to be working our way back to friend status.
I've had a couple dates with Connected 3L, but nothing that would mesmerize. I still maintain the dating within law school is kind of creepy. I just don't trust anyone in that blasted building. They're so swarmy... Nonetheless, I have begun my career as Matchmaker for the Socially Awkward. So far, I have one potential match, though they are both lacking in the Awkwardness that would up the entertainment factor. As I endlessly adore them both, I'm quietly watching to see what happens and hoping to have a childed named Quasi after me. Ha.
Con Law Final is tomorrow. Property is Friday, then Crim law and Legal Practice next week. Studying has been sucky. Not looking like the ol' GPA shall be so stellar this semester. So sad. This is leading me to the conclusion that I must do an amazing job in working over the summer, so when my GPA tanks, the firm will so adore me that they will completely ignore my soon-to-be horrid GPA. The first half of the summer, I'll be at Small Firm with Big Firm Treament (SFBFT) and the second half at a DA's office. I'm excited, but nervous for sure.
Law Review Competition here involves a write on for everyone. Then they do some mysterious balance between percent in the class and the quality of the paper. I think the write-on packet is going to be hellacious, but I'm going to be slaving over it regardless. Blech.
Fellow 1Ls, good luck with Finals and...WE'RE ALMOST DONE!!!!
2Ls, congrats on the upcoming year of magic. Please post lots of wondrous posts about the magic to give me hope.
3Ls...CONGRATS!!! Good luck on the Bar!
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Masochists of the World Unite...Go to Law School
Law school: 401 Quasi: 0
Bip and I appear to be falling apart right in front of my eyes. I have been bracing myself several times a day to not start crying when well-intentioned friends ask what's wrong and why I'm so quiet. It just seems impossible to make this work. I have had absolutely no time this semsester to put anything into a relationship and at the same time, I am expecting everything on his end to be perfect. I know this is not fair. I know it's not possible, but with all the stress and upheaval of 1L year in general, appellate brief, two competitions, and the summer job search, I just feel like one area of my life needs to be worry and stress free. I know relationships never fall within this category, but I am just not dealing well with having to put so much extra time into that when I have so many other things that I HAVE to take care of. That said, I'm afraid I may be making the biggest mistake of all. Law school wins another round.
Those who enter law school seem to be gluttons for punishment. We subject ourselves willingly to this intense environmeny which drives us to force out the only things that really give us hope or joy, so we have more time to dedicate to our captor.
Clearly, I'm feeling optimistic and positive about life. It's a beautiful day outside; maybe I'll bury myself under my covers with my cozy bed partner: my damn Con Law book.
Bip and I appear to be falling apart right in front of my eyes. I have been bracing myself several times a day to not start crying when well-intentioned friends ask what's wrong and why I'm so quiet. It just seems impossible to make this work. I have had absolutely no time this semsester to put anything into a relationship and at the same time, I am expecting everything on his end to be perfect. I know this is not fair. I know it's not possible, but with all the stress and upheaval of 1L year in general, appellate brief, two competitions, and the summer job search, I just feel like one area of my life needs to be worry and stress free. I know relationships never fall within this category, but I am just not dealing well with having to put so much extra time into that when I have so many other things that I HAVE to take care of. That said, I'm afraid I may be making the biggest mistake of all. Law school wins another round.
Those who enter law school seem to be gluttons for punishment. We subject ourselves willingly to this intense environmeny which drives us to force out the only things that really give us hope or joy, so we have more time to dedicate to our captor.
Clearly, I'm feeling optimistic and positive about life. It's a beautiful day outside; maybe I'll bury myself under my covers with my cozy bed partner: my damn Con Law book.
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