nagi_schwarz | Nov. 6th, 2008

So after several days of horrible, sweltering heat, Omaha is suddenly a morass of coldness and unpleasant weather. Ordinarily it'd be unpleasant, but after having a sauna for a school, I'm glad for the change. Yesterday was a strange day. I did my best to concentrate in classes, and I think it went well - heat makes it very, very difficult to concentrate in class. I biffed it up in witness exam, but the professor was pretty cranky from the get-go, probably because of the heat - he looked like he had a headache - and because he has a competition to go to, which has got to be all kinds of stressful. Still, he totally called out on of my teammates in a way that was baffling and confusing, and she ended up crying. Still, she was manful enough to finish her cross before completely fleeing. Jenifer was a saint and took her spot on the witness/judge/opposing counsel rotation. After class got out I went to make sure my teammate was okay - all three of us went - and we had hugs and things (I'm getting better at comforting people, it would seem). I stuck around after school to go to the powder-puff football games. The 2Ls won (by barely a point, but through lots of excellent work by Charlesworth, who is a rock star on the field) and I was pleased to see that section A won as well for the 1Ls. It was rainy and cold down at the field, with lots of lightning, which pretty much froze up my poor phone, so anyone who called or sent a message last night probably thought I was a prat-face who wouldn't reply or had turned my phone off.

The game was good times - although I think I was the only female 2L fan who wasn't also playing - but I was glad to get home. I worked on my armor for the first time in a long time, as well as working on some crocheting projects before I went to bed. I slept well. And this morning I was a total rube. I got here at seven, and it took me nigh on two hours to read one case and then brief five of them. I know - pathetic. It sucks. It's also really the only homework I have to do today, but it still makes me feel incredibly guilty. Gack. The end of the semester is coming, and I'm caught in the eddies of a terrible dichotomy that's inertia on one side and panic on the other.

Go me.

I knew the end was near when I found information for registering for next semester's classes. Although the supreme court class will be held next semester, taught by Justice Thomas, so I'm very, very excited and desperately hope I can get in. So much. I want to get into that class so badly - I cannot remember the last time I wanted a class that much. Go figure.

I've been doing my best to keep up on Heavy Noir and after re-prioritizing my life a bit I feel like I'm doing better, but I'm not great yet. I totally practiced that new belly dance we learned on Tuesday so as to wake up, and it really helped.

Because I missed it yesterday:

A belated Happy Bonfire Night.

ETA: Obama won. McCain lost. Welcome to a new era of history. I was here for it, and I did vote in this election. Who I voted for doesn't matter - what matters is that I DID vote.

I have the best friends in the world. I thought that should be known. They are the best of me, and they love me despite having seen the worst of me, no matter how much I try to hide it. Earlier this week I came home to a random present in the mail from my friend Rowsdower. I know I mentioned this before, but it's worth repeating, because it was a completely unexpected gift, and he gave it unconditionally. Today I got mail - real mail, in the middle of the week, which doesn't happen often. I got a card from my mother that very nearly made me cry, because I love her so much. I got a letter from my friend Schu, who did her best to cheer me up and who made me smile. She's an amazing friend, and I'm so glad I know her. I got a letter from Ericka, which absolutely made my day. It did make me cry. The words she wrote - between her, my mother, and Schu - were exactly what I needed to hear. She gave me hope and strength - all of them did.

So I'm going to make it to the end of this semester, and the end of this year, and a year from now call myself a successful 3L. Sometimes I'm afraid I'm on my own, but I know, now more than ever, that my family loves me (and I'm more than willing to count my friends as family) and I hope they know I love them too, and I'm never really alone.

I like to listen to that Foo Fighters song a lot, "The Best of You," and I wondered what I'd say if someone asked "is someone getting the best of you." I'd say say I'd hope someone's getting the best of me - my professors, my friends, my family. And I'd say I trust them with it.