Is it weird that grade curves are really odd to me?
My undergraduate institution did not use curves. If any particular professors did, they did not tell us. The grade you got was the grade you deserved. I’ve always felt that was fair.
The whole concept, in fact, of a teacher grading on a curve, seems sort of mean. In essence, no matter how well you do, if you aren’t in the highest percentile, you won’t get an A. I could do A-quality work, but if some predetermined slice of other students in my class do A+ quality work, I could very easily be assigned a B instead of an A.
This is something I am not going to like about law school.
The last few weeks have been unproductive. Once I had my wisdom teeth out, my schedule went to pot. I stopped studying as regularly and I stopped going to the gym in the morning. Consequently, my practice test scores have suffered and I have gained about five pounds. Both of these things are unacceptable.
I’m a firm believer in recognizing your weaknesses and countering them however you can. And here’s what I’ve noticed about me:
- As much as I like the way I feel when I go to the gym early in the morning, I am not an early riser. It is far more likely that I’ll reset the alarm and stay in bed at 6 am than actually get up and venture out to the gym. I know this because I have done it several times in the last three weeks.
- When I am at home, almost anything else I can do will be more attractive than studying. And when at home, there are lots of other things for me to donot just the unproductive ones, like watching TV and reading novels, but also the homeowner things, like cleaning and drywall repair.
So. These shortcomings firmly in mind, I’m making some “New [School] Year Resolutions.” Nevermind that I’m not in school; I work for an educational institution, so I feel the academic cycle as much as any other student or teacher. These resolutions are:
- I will go to the gym after work. This will be more inconvenient for me, as the gym is much more crowded at 5:30 pm than at 6:15 am, but the morning thing just isn’t happening. My punishment for being so lazy in the morning, then, is that I will fight rush hour traffic, scavenge for a parking space, and actually get some exercise.
- I will follow up my trip to the gym with a trip to one of my favorite coffeehouses, where I will be without my computer and wireless accessand therefore without distractions. I will study for the LSAT. I will take practice tests. If I begin to feel confident in my performance on said practice tests, I may work on my personal statementagain, though, sans computer. I will work in longhand. This will probably be more productive anyway, since I won’t get caught up on a single turn of phrase and attempt to edit it to perfection as I am writing. This is the problem with word processing.
The beautiful thing is that husband is in class late two nights a week. So my gym/coffeehouse schedule will work beautifully on those nights. The nights he’s in class but not late, I can still go to the gym after work and beat him home. And finally, he has agreed to come with me to a coffeehouse or some location that is not our home on the weekends so we can BOTH get some studying done.
This, I think, is good practice for the future.
This article makes me feel better about being the oldest woman in my family without a child.
Watching To Kill a Mockingbird. God, I love this movie. The book is good (I haven’t read it in yearsprobably since middle school) but the movie is phenomenal. I just love Atticus Finch.
Mr. Angst is taking some classes this semester (and next, for that matter) at the local community collegeprimarily math and programming classes to fulfill prerequisites for the masters programs he’s looking at.
He’s only been in class a week, and I hate it. Not that he’s in class, and not even that he’s in class relatively late most nights of the week. We’re pretty good at squeezing in what time we can, when we can.
No, I’m hating the disruption. Suddenly my schedule is all out of whack. Usually, we eat dinner together almost every night of the week; now, he’s eating out three nights a week, and I’m left to either cook for one (blech) or scavenge what leftovers there may be. Or eat a sandwich (double blech). When he gets home, he has homework to dowhich is also fine, as watching him work encourages me to study for the LSAT and work on my personal statementbut the added tasks mean we go to bed later and more tired, and that makes getting up early enough to do productive things before work even harder.
I know that, next year, we’ll be dealing with the same kind of upheaval and I’m not looking forward to it.
The things I am looking forward to: having something more to do in the evenings and on the weekends than household chores (I much prefer studying to housework). Reasons to actually get research done in preparation for writing. Lots of extra reasons not to watch TV more than I should (I often put it on just for the white noise, and find myself sucked into shows I have no real interest in). Using my brain. Being in school.
Just when I start thinking positive…today’s practice LSAT was not good. I backtracked by 4 whole points. I’m a little hungover, not really motivated, and have probably done too much thinking about things lately. Oddly, my games performance remained the same — about 16 correct. It was the other sections that I lost points on.
Good experience, though, good experience. After all, I could feel bad or be mentally fuzzy on the actual day, just like this morning. Just have to get over that. And over the feeling that the practice tests don’t really have any meaning. That hurts my motivation to sit through the damn thing and keep my focus up.
I had a very bizarre dream last night. I don’t entirely remember the whole thing, but the main gist of it was that I had, somehow, committed a crimeor had been present during the commission of a crimeand then, in self-defense, I had to shoot someone.
[This, in itself, is weird, because I despise guns.]
Then I was having to get ready to go to jail, and cleaning out my father’s Cadillac, which he hasn’t owned in five years and which, apparently, I had been using as an escape vehicle. And everyone was being very nice to me, helping me clean out the car so they could then take me away to jail. Then, in my dream, it finally hit me: Oh no! I’m going to jail! And, then, I thought, Now I’ll never get to go to law school! THAT made me cry. And I cried for a while.
So everyone tried to comfort me, saying things like, Oh, you’ll just have to explain things to the bar, but you can still be a lawyer, it’ll be OK, it really will… And I thought, Oh yes, I’m still going to go to law school. Oh my gosh, I can write the BEST personal statement about this!
“I stood, gun in hand, not knowing what I had done, but sure that I could never be a lawyer now, not after I’d killed a man…”
Oh yeah. Law school, here I come.
I have three parties to attend this weekend.
This, to my mind, is too many, particularly considering that two of them are short-notice parties. And of the short notice parties is a one-year old’s birthday party! Gah! Now I have to buy a gift. Thankfully, the other two are gift-free. Not having to buy a gift makes a short-notice party much more palatable, but it’s still inconvenient: It wrecks my weekend plans.
This weekend, I hoped to do some writing, take a full-length practice LSAT, fix the <!––>broken closet<!––>, and find places for all the clean laundry that can’t be hung because of the broken closet. Now I’ll be lucky to get two of those done. Which two? Well, probably the practice test, since that requires the least physical exertion. The other three are a toss-up, depending on whether or not I make it to Home Depot for the drywall putty.
I also hoped to spend a relaxing Sunday afternoon in the kitchen, preparing Sunday dinner. (Sunday dinner is the night we eat at the table, not in front of the TV or computer.) Two lovely New York strip steaks, marinated portobello mushrooms, aparagus, maybe even Bearnaise if my whisking arm felt up to the challenge.
All of this is now questionable, because we will probably be too full of hotdogs and birthday cake to be hungry for my delicious dinner.
There’s something about the fall and the start of school that drives people to start planning events. No matter how clear your calendar is in early August, it will be completely full by Labor Day. Every weekend will be booked.
I hoped this fall would be different. Last fall, we were on the verge of getting married, so full weekends were understandable. This year, we have no reason to have so many committments lined up�but we do. I just want one weekend where I can lay on the couch, guilt free, knowing I have nothing to do. But until the LSAT, I have to study; after the LSAT, I have to get my applications completed; after that, we’re in the holidays�and, then, BAM, it’s spring and we’ll be putting the house on the market.
It never ends.
All the thinking I’ve been doing this week has worn me out. It’s only Thursday, and my soul is just weary. I’ve been thinking a little too much on my personal statementeven though I really like it. I’ve been unable to really motivate myself to study, and that makes me feel guilty. (My mother, who has a Masters in Psychology, would say no one and nothing can make me feel anything I don’t want to feel. OK. I want to feel guilty about not studying. Yessiree.) Things at work are getting a little hectic, which stresses me out during the day. (I’m pleased to note that I have not been taking my work worries home with me, though.) And it’s the end of the month so the bank account is a bit lean, as usual. With several purchases to make and one more bill to pay, that also takes its toll on my mental stability.
For some reason, I just can’t concentrate. I set the alarm early this morning so I could get up and put some laundry away, maybe do some yoga, and relax rather than running around, feeling late. But instead of doing any of those things, I snoozed. And snoozed again. I got up at the same time I usually do, and was forced to run around, feeling late.
If I feel so lost now, how in God’s name will I be able to cope with law school? This is a silly question, of course, because I have always been very good at getting things done for school. Something about learning new things every day keeps me more motivated, I guess.
But all the other things that make up a life? How will I deal with those? Laundry, cooking, cleaning, bill paying…if I’m just barely keeping ahead of those things now, how will I manage in a year? I used to be quite organized about paying bills and balancing my checkbook. Since I got married, we’ve been juggling the responsibilities and haven’t really settled into a good routine, which always worries me. Still, at least I know I’m capable of maintaining fiscal organization.
But the domestic things….I’ve never been good at those. In college, I only had a small dorm room to worry about, and I didn’t have much stuff. It was tough for things to get out of hand. And even when I lived alone, I had a small apartment with no dishwasher. I had to do the dishes regularly or I wouldn’t have plates to eat on. I think I figured having a partner would help both of us be more on top of the housecleaning. It’s done the opposite, I think. We tend to leave things longer than we otherwise might have. And then they get to the point that things are so messy it’s overwhelming to contemplate actually getting things back to their original clean state.
So, all in all, it’s been a rough week. Things seem off, just not the same as they’ve been. I feel stagnant.