For the last week or so, I’ve been dodging calls from my alma mater. I know that it’s fundraising season and I always hate having to tell the earnest undergrads that (a) I would love to give money but (b) I don’t know if I’ll be able to right now. I really didn’t want to have to tell some fresh-faced kid that I’m a grad student and if any institution is getting my spare change, it will probably be my current one.
So after hitting the cancel button on my phone for the last seven or eight nights, I finally answered tonight, just to get them to stop calling me. And the young man I spoke to was very nice, asking me how I was doing, how I got into law school from being a [blank] major. We talked some about wanting to write (hey, he wants to write also! it’s an epidemic there, though, with all the trees and fog and mountains . . . you can’t help it). It was lovely.
But see, here’s the thing. I mentioned that I was in GRAD school, and so couldn’t make a gift right now. Then HE asked me how I got into LAW. This reminded me that I had updated my directory information, including my new status as a student. And now I’m annoyed!
They KNOW I’m a student right now! They KNOW it and they’ve got their little student volunteers ASKING about how it’s GOING! And yet they still have the nerve to ask me for money???
Look, I’m happy to give, and I try to give every year, even if it’s only $50. Someday, I’d like to do more, because I really do believe in what they are doing. I got so much from my four years there, and I would love to know that I was doing everything I could to contribute to other students’ experience there.
But right now, it’s loan city, baby. So don’t ask me for money. I just don’t have it to give right now.
(Of course, I caved and told them they could call me in the spring, when I’ll probably know what kind of summer job I’ll have. I’m a total sucker.)
I believe the memo is done. I went from being two full pages over the limit sometime yesterday afternoon to being 7-10 lines short of the limit tonight. My legal writing prof was excited to hear that. Hey, so am I, as long as I didn’t get rid of anything important. After all, tighten, sharpen, and brighten, right?
Nevertheless, I am WIPED. I have yet to do my reading for tomorrow’s classes and I’m not really inclined to do so now. What I’d really like to do is have a beer and watch some bad TV. So that’s the plan. I’ll give that an hour or so before I dive into . . . whatever I’m supposed to read for tomorrow. Something about something in contracts (!), something about causation in crim law, and something about supplemental jurisdiction in civ pro.
Don’t hate me because I’ve got more reading than you.
Bonus: tomorrow (because I forgot to pick it up today and let me tell you that was A Good, Good Thing) I get to see the comments the TA made on my civ pro practice midterm exam. Despite Prof. Civ Pro telling us today that, “None of the exams were bad; they were all good! You’re all getting it!” I am not convinced that reading over it will be fun.
My memo is done.
It is also a page too long. And I’ve edited it. Edited and edited and edited. And I am one full page over the limit. I am NEVER over the limit, though. I am always the one who has trouble getting UNDER the limit. And I am over. By one page.
So I’ll be stopping into my professor’s office tomorrow for some advice on getting rid of something unneeded.
Much as I bitch about the memo writing thing, every time I sit down to work on my analysis, or edit something I’ve already written, I get a little twinge of glee down inside.
I don’t go to office hours all that much. I know, I know, I should go to office hours as much as possible. But I never really know what to say in office hours. Still, I generally take advantage of conferences with my legal writing prof. Because, you know, that glee thing needs to be fed.
The other day, my legal writing prof told me she thought my writing style was very clear. My glee turned into choirs of singing angels. OK, perhaps I am overstating a bit. Let me just say this, then: not only was it such a relief to get any sort of feedback at all, but it was also an great delight to get POSITIVE feedback.
I wade through law school sometimes feeling like I am just the dumbest person ever. That’s the big reason that feedback was so nice. It’s…calming…to be told I’m still good at something I’ve always thought was a strength.
So I feel boosted. Only a few more weeks left in the semester. I needed it.
Imagine, if you will, that you have a ten-page memo due Tuesday. Let’s say, for the purposes of the hypothetical only, of course, that you have good Question Presented, a pretty good Conclusion, and a Statement of Facts that is complete, if perhaps TOO complete.
Now let’s say you have your Discussion section sitting there, seven or so pages long, but not really…complete. You know. Maybe you have about half of a good analysis. Maybe slightly less. Depends on how you think about completeness.
What would you be doing, then, on a Friday night?
Yeah, me too—cooking.
Tomorrow night is the official Mr. Angst’s Birthday Celebration and we’ll be having osso buco. I made it tonight, though, since it really benefits from the chance to sit overnight in the fridge. We’ll also be having homemade bread pudding, which I have to prepare tonight since the bread should sit it its custard overnight as well.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m too Holly Homemaker.
“Things will make sense, just look at the details. The answers are hidden there.”
This is highly appropriate, particularly given the advice we’ve been getting from our professors regarding a certain exam prep course many students were planning to take.
Also, I really like Prof. Torts.
I won’t deny that I’m pleased Miers isn’t the nominee anymore. But now we have the unknown staring us in the face again. Who will Bush nominate this time?
I’m not much of a panicker. I generally don’t buy into hard-sell marketing that tells me that I “must” do this or that in order to succeed. I realized a long time ago that panic doesn’t pay. For many of the same reasons that I didn’t take an LSAT course, therefore, I will not be spending 8 weekend hours in a hotel with 1Ls from across the city learning how to take law school exams—two days before my next memo is due.
But the fear-mongering is difficult to ignore. Not just from the seminar organizers themselves, but also from the students who are buying into it. We are generally non-competitive around here, but suddenly I hear my classmates saying they HAVE to spend money and time on this course because “the competition” will be taking it.
Holy hell, that’s freaky! It makes me angry that programs like this are being pushed upon us, but it makes me even angrier that they’re being pushed in a scary way such that normally nice people are turning into One-L style mind-f**kers. I’ve heard tell of someone saying that he’ll take the course not because he’s worried about being able to take an exam but because HE cares about being at the top of our class, getting the best grades.
What a load of crap! I can’t believe that any of us don’t want to do well. Are there actually people here who are spending $120,000 so they can aim just for C’s? (OK, maybe there are people doing that. They are a very slim minority.) So I don’t appreciate the fear-mongering, I don’t like the competitive edge it stirs up, and it makes me sad that nice people who are good students and who always seem to have smart things to say in class are now on the verge of all-out anxiety attacks on school property because they are convinced they’re going to fail out of law school because they can’t afford the time or money to take the program!
Rant ended. I have a memo to work on and lunch to eat.
There’s a hypo in my morning class involving the Queer Eye guys.
Prof. Contracts said he thinks it might be “so 2003.” Um, yeah.
from Blonde Justice. The boldy ones I’ve done; the others I haven’t. Who’s next?
smoked a cigarette
crashed a friend’s car
stolen a car
been in love
been in a fist fight
snuck out of your parent’s house
had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back
gone on a blind date
lied to a friend
seen someone die
had a crush on one of your internet friends
been to Canada
been to Mexico
been on a plane
purposely set a part of yourself on fire
met someone in person from the internet
been moshing at a concert
taken pain killers
loved and missed someone
made a snow angel
had a tea party (do wedding showers count? I think so)
flown a kite
built a sand castle
gone puddle jumping
played dress up
jumped in a pile of leaves
gone sledding (if you count on cafeteria trays behind the dorm in college)
cheated while playing a game
fallen asleep at work or school
used a fake id
watched a sun set
felt an earthquake
touched a snake
slept beneath the stars
petted a reindeer/goat
won a contest
run a red light/stop sign
been suspended from school
been in a car accident
eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
had déjà vu
danced in the moonlight
liked the way you looked at least at one point in time
witnessed a crime
questioned your heart
been obsessed with post-it notes
squished barefoot through the mud
been on the opposite side of the country
swam in the ocean
felt like dying
cried yourself to sleep
played cops and robbers
recently colored with crayons
paid for a meal with only coins
done something you told yourself you wouldn’t
made prank phone calls
laughed until some kinda beverage came out of your nose
caught a snow flake on your tongue
danced in the rain
written a letter to Santa Claus
been kissed under the mistletoe by your boy/girlfriend
watched the sun rise with someone you care about
made a bonfire on the beach
crashed a party
had a wish come true
jumped off a bridge
ate dog/cat food
told a complete stranger that you loved them
kissed a mirror
sang in the shower
had a dream you married someone
glued your hand to something
got your tongue stuck to something
kissed a fish or a frog
sat on a roof top
screamed at the top of your lungs
did a one handed cartwheel
talked on the phone for more the 6 hours
stayed up all night
not taken a shower for a week
picked and eaten an apple right off the tree
climbed a tree
had a tree house
admitted you are scared to watch scary movies alone
believed in ghosts
had more than 30 pairs of shoes at the same time
worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others would say
gone dingdong ditching
pushed into a pool/hottub with all your clothes on
been told you’re hot by a complete stranger
broken a bone
been easily amused
caught a fish
caught a butterfly
laughed so hard you cried
cried so hard you laughed
laughed so hard you pee your pants
cheated on a test
had or do you currently have a Britney Spears CD
forgotten someone’s name
french braided someone’s hair
been kissed by someone you didn’t like
gone skinny dipping in a pool/lake
been threatened to be kicked out of your house
been kicked out of your house