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Day 573: Undergrad rules
Feb. 6th, 2008 09:52 amNagi no Baka! Brad has spent the last twelve-odd hours hovering over me, trying to decide whether he should just brain me with the handle of his gun, actually shoot me, or hand me over to a bored and armed Farfarello.
So...I called my friends on Monday night in a effort to establish a willpower check bonus. Rolled and failed last night. Someone called, someone with a vaguely familiar 435 number, so I answered, and it was Nick. That's right - Nick. And what did I do? I talked to him for half an hour and gave him my address. Kick me if I complain when he decides to unexpectedly show up at my front door. It was a bit awkward talking to him, but I'm a law student and an essential lawyering skill is lying through your teeth when you need to say something legally relevant that irks you personally. So we talked. I had to take it all with a grain of salt; he says he's hanging out, working, and going to therapy and a whole load of other rehabilitative stuff in order to keep himself in line, but once that ends he's going for a more traditional reform method in the way of the armed forces. Since he appears to be making a genuine effort to improve himself, I've decided I should at least make an effort to be adult about this nonsense and learn not to skewer myself with seven swords over people and attempt to be something of a decent acquaintance (although law school has altered my cynicism levels significantly and I can't help but think he has an ulterior motive).
I was brain-dead last night and did no homework, fussing over my converted episodes of Bleach that I did not get to watch and also watching House and chatting to my Mum online. Like the fool that I was, I needed me some Ken and so read some Ken and then I was awake till half past one. Regretted it this morning until after my shower, and then came to school and proceeded to brief Con Law and read all the Torts and Contracts I didn't read yesterday in favor of outlining after school, as well as having a good conversation with Ryan about Quidditch for Muggles. (That's right. I actually formed coherent sentences. Go me!) So my first class is in half an hour. To be straight, if I hadn't given up a good half hour or so of time I probably could've briefed Torts, if not Contracts, and saved myself the trouble of briefing them after school (along with briefing five cases for Property, doing two legal writing assignments, and reading more Con Law), but I busted my tail this morning better than I ever thought I'd be able to.
So Brad wants to shoot me, and I think that he rather ought to have shot me last night while I was on the phone (I think Schu would have been amused and perhaps a bit encouraging about the whole situation), but as it turns out, operating on five hours of sleep as I did when I was an undergrad works better than trying to get seven or eight hours. How does that work?
Maybe I should apply the way I worked as an undergrad and see if it works better in law school. So if I'm up ridiculously late tonight, it'll be doing homework.
So...I called my friends on Monday night in a effort to establish a willpower check bonus. Rolled and failed last night. Someone called, someone with a vaguely familiar 435 number, so I answered, and it was Nick. That's right - Nick. And what did I do? I talked to him for half an hour and gave him my address. Kick me if I complain when he decides to unexpectedly show up at my front door. It was a bit awkward talking to him, but I'm a law student and an essential lawyering skill is lying through your teeth when you need to say something legally relevant that irks you personally. So we talked. I had to take it all with a grain of salt; he says he's hanging out, working, and going to therapy and a whole load of other rehabilitative stuff in order to keep himself in line, but once that ends he's going for a more traditional reform method in the way of the armed forces. Since he appears to be making a genuine effort to improve himself, I've decided I should at least make an effort to be adult about this nonsense and learn not to skewer myself with seven swords over people and attempt to be something of a decent acquaintance (although law school has altered my cynicism levels significantly and I can't help but think he has an ulterior motive).
I was brain-dead last night and did no homework, fussing over my converted episodes of Bleach that I did not get to watch and also watching House and chatting to my Mum online. Like the fool that I was, I needed me some Ken and so read some Ken and then I was awake till half past one. Regretted it this morning until after my shower, and then came to school and proceeded to brief Con Law and read all the Torts and Contracts I didn't read yesterday in favor of outlining after school, as well as having a good conversation with Ryan about Quidditch for Muggles. (That's right. I actually formed coherent sentences. Go me!) So my first class is in half an hour. To be straight, if I hadn't given up a good half hour or so of time I probably could've briefed Torts, if not Contracts, and saved myself the trouble of briefing them after school (along with briefing five cases for Property, doing two legal writing assignments, and reading more Con Law), but I busted my tail this morning better than I ever thought I'd be able to.
So Brad wants to shoot me, and I think that he rather ought to have shot me last night while I was on the phone (I think Schu would have been amused and perhaps a bit encouraging about the whole situation), but as it turns out, operating on five hours of sleep as I did when I was an undergrad works better than trying to get seven or eight hours. How does that work?
Maybe I should apply the way I worked as an undergrad and see if it works better in law school. So if I'm up ridiculously late tonight, it'll be doing homework.
