Mortification, with a side of morning

For the last four weeks, I have dreaded doing that which I inevitable know will come - the unavoidable do something unconceivably dumb in front of a professor thereby alienating myself in his sentiments for all time. Something like cut in front of someone in a checkout line at the store accidentally, only to see my civ pro prof glowering at me and memorizing my face. Or accidentally backing into a professor's car. Or, you know, something like what happened this morning.

It was raining, so the grass was wet, and I was walking on the side on the road rather than traipse ankle deep through damp soil and greenery. A big Escalade passed me, and I stepped back out toward the center of the road to catch up with my friend until I realize that a car has just swerved a little to avoid hitting me, and that the car in question is being driven by one of my professors. So not only have I made a big fool of myself, demonstrating that I have NO awareness of my surroundings, I have also done so while carrying a very recognizable pink lunch box and providing him with a neat affirmative defense if he ever DID hit me.

GOD. Can't I go just one semester without doing something stupid?

Legal Research

Never have I learned so much about so little.

In the library

I've been in the library for a little over two hours now, and in that two hours I have managed to do only a little of what I had hoped and a lot of what I shouldn't have, i.e., reading Sunday Styles, talking online, wikipedia. I am also hungry, and I really really hope that my stomach doesn't start growling. You know it's bad when you start imagining what you can eat after you get all your work done. I've thought about cooking, but I don't want to dishes. So I think I might have to stop somewhere and get something to eat that way. But where? That's the question. And what? An even bigger question. So many choices, so litte stomach room.

Additionally, all of this sedentary law school life (in addition to the many many empty calories I've been taking in due to my tendency to snack while reading and also to enjoy the company of my friends) is slowly and surely making me put the pounds I shed over the summer back on. This has GOT to be nipped in the bud. I like being able to wear my favorite jeans again.

In the interest of my waistline, I've cut out unnecessary snacking and am trying to adhere to the small-meals-throughout-the-day doctrine. Since I live alone, this is working out pretty well. The next stop on the fitness train: buy a scale. More on that adventure later. RIght now, negligence calls.

Quiet like a cat

My apartment is so still right now. The only noise is my fingers on the keys and the occasional snore from Honeycomb. Solitude is all very well and good, and the exhaustion of this past week has finally caught up to me, to the point where it's almost too much to move from the couch, but I miss Tom. There's not much really to say other than that.

Listening to love songs coupled with power ballads and ballroom dance tunes can do that to a girl.

Ta-da!!

This is what I do when I want to put off studying. What you don't see is the mountain of dishes awaiting me.





I think I'll read crim law instead of doing the dishes.

Hooray...

FOR TAILGATERS!

Every time I go there I have a good time.

I am SUPER BORED

I'm sitting in the law school lounge. There's not enough time for me to start studying. There's not enough time for me to go and do something interesting. There's really not enough time for me to do anything but sit here and be bored while looking at other people doing the same thing.

Behold, a random assessment of things I have noticed in the process of being bored:
-My pink shoes almost exactly match my pink backpack.
-It's difficult to rest your head comfortably against a wall (or a headrest, or anything similar) when your hair is in a ponytail.
-TimesSelect is free beginning tomorrow (hellllllls yes).
-Tom hasn't emailed me back yet.
-If you sit in one cpot for a long time, your bottom starts to feel numb.
-1/2 of a sandwich is the perfect sized lunch.
-Snapple Red Tea tastes like nothing mixed with juice.

I really am bored. Where's Baudelaire when you need him to expound on the effects of ennui?

38-0

GO BLUE!

WHAT?!

It's 5:30. I've done my crim law.



whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?????????





Now I can go see the scottish play with a light heart and a free mind - the best way to see Shakespearean (-ian?) tragedy.

Packing heat...

...in the form of a hot Italian sausage for lunch. YUM.

Since coming to law school, in the interest of frugality, of done a good deal of lunch packing. I am especially fond of toting leftovers to school in my appropriately bright pink structured-yet-squishy lunch box. These sausages, though, take the cake, especially since they're just so easy and tasty with a hot dog bun, some vinegar roasted onions (adapted from a recipe by Orangette) and a squirt of mustard from the free condiments bin. Mmmmmmm free mustard.

Check it out!

It's tinybabysuperfrog to the rescue!

(Photo courtesy of cuteoverload.com)

The professor phenomenon

Def: when a professor (usually law, but of any sort) walks into a crowded and conversing classroom and all falls silent.

It should happen any time.

Any time now.

Come on, professor.

Snippets of conversation I can make out: "It's a compensation but you have 21 days to withraw it..."

He arrives!

phenomenon complete!

Lucky goes to law school

I am a loiterer

I am loitering. In case anyone in the entire law school wonders who the 1Ls are, we're the gigantic group clustered in the lounge, being loud and obnoxious and having a lot of fun before skittering off to civil procedure. It is a good time.

Other notes: Tom is a wonderful surpriser and he is here for the weekend! I am so happy and comfortable and content. Also, the doggies will be in good hands at the very least.

So far, law school = a really good time.

The perfect study music

Simone Dinnerstein's Goldberg Variations. Lively in places, soothing in others, lovely in all, it keeps me interested enough (I mean, maestro, hello) but doesn't pique my inner distractable self, two qualities inherently necessary to study music and also incredibly difficult to find. I consider this album one of my most valuable study investments, right next to highlighters in the pantheon of homework aids. Dinnerstein plays with such feeling, and a sort of mischievous energy during some of the more complicated runs. Plus, the CD is over an hour long, so when it cycles through and restarts it's like hearing things new again.

The hour in between

Posting between Criminal Law and Civil Procedure might become a regular thing for me. I have nice downtime, I'm usually done with any reading I might have to do, and it's too short a break to really get into any reading ahead (notice how I use lack of sufficient time as an excuse there? Pretty awesome).

I have just spent a wonderful weekend with Tom, whose visits are as precious as gold, and no less so for the fact that he takes most of the burden of doggie-ownership off of me for a few days. Except those guys usually choose to be their cutest when Tom's around, so it's really not fair.

In other news, law school has started to develop into a routine (albeit a new one). The reading is a lot, yes, but I think the understanding is what takes the longest time and in the long run will require the greatest investment. I really want to go back over my notes so far and collate them, or at least distill them into something that is more easily understood at first glance. Right now, they're sort of a mess of bullets and long, run on paragraphs. I have yet to break myself of the habit of writing narratively, or at least in narrative forms, since I can't seem to break my thoughts into bullet points (as useful as those might be as finals approach). This will take practice, I'm sure.

I haven't been called on yet, but I'm sure the day is approaching and will be on me before I know it. What if it's today?! Maybe I should take the next half hour to go over the reading for Civil procedure. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.