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Day 826: Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Oct. 28th, 2009 09:55 pmI don't even mean it in an emo way. Mostly I mean it in a sense of disillusionment and a reality check. Being a litigator is going to be difficult and time-consuming and energy-draining and I can only hope to high heaven that I love every minute of it, lest I blow my own brains out.
But...I shall backtrack.
Monday was Monday. Trial team plus classes, including a witness who made me wanna punch infants something fierce (although I'm not supposed to let that show). Watts was a surprisingly nice judge, which makes me reckon that he's probably just a fiend for moot court. Afterwards was advanced Con Law, and then a nap, and then juvie law, and then home.
Family Home Evening for the week of Halloween has probably been our best success to date. Since I was late Levi got things running - tables set up, pumpkins at the ready, caramel melting, and then I just sort of hid downstairs listening to Flogging Molly and making sure the kitchen didn't set itself on fire. We judged the pumpkin carving - some seriously cool stuff there - and then several us - including Jordan, Levi, and Korina - stuck around to clean. Jordan's too sweet for his own good, and Levi constantly surprises me with how efficient he can be.
Tuesday was more trials. Will was our witness. Unlike Monday's witness, Will was difficult by being bumbling and sweet and digging himself quite thoroughly into a hole with everything he said on cross. Which meant I let things slide. I think I kinda biffed on my closing, but that's another thing altogether. Institute had some seriously low attendance, and then there was M&D. Afterwards I went home with every intention of writing my opening, but I didn't. I brained out on Merlin-related things and writing and was in bed before eleven.
I got to school with every intention of writing my opening and I actually did it. I was amazed at how much I learned from trial team and watching Chelsea work through successive drafts of her opening. So I sat down and wrote, and then it was senior picture time. That was...scary. And surreal. And a little silly. I had a nice suit and blouse but totally forgot decent shoes even though the shot is a portrait, so I looked like skateboarder!lawyer in my Chucks and suit. I changed out right quick afterwards, only to get landed with paperwork to fill out for the hooding ceremony booklet.
Hooding ceremony.
Graduation.
It's coming for me.
I gave a tour to a new possible student. He was cute, but he also looked so young to me. Perhaps because this week is moot court week and I'm used to seeing everyone panicked and stressed. Man. Weird. But I gave him the tour and then finished writing my opening (I even came up with a decent theme, or so it would seem) and then Angela and I had lunch. Kent - who also had to write his opening - and I hashed out or stuff together until I had to go to Advanced Con Law. I found out from Kent that juvie law was cancelled, which meant that I had from two ten till six to work on my opening. And I worked it. I didn't want to have it memorized, not like my closing for Melilli (and man but my brain feels like it's breaking from the overcrowding in there), but I wanted to know it well enough to recite it.
Kent and I booked a room down in the library and recited to each other, then each took half of the room and practiced alone. And then the trial came. I made it through.
And then I hung around talking to Carlo afterwards. I like that kid a lot. He's a nice guy. He totally blew me away, and I remembered all over again why I'd chosen him as my moot court partner as a 2L. I got to talk to Ericka when I came home and it was pretty darn wonderful. I talked to my mom, ate food, and continued to be a very sad Bradley James fangirl.
It was just a long, long day for me. And I feel all thrown off for the trial tomorrow. I'm going to do my best to get in there early and get ready.
Man. It's not even ten-thirty and I'm tired.
Law school is nothing like I thought it would be. I know as I was talking to that potential 1L (Nick, his name was, and why are boys named Nick suddenly popping up for no good reason? Nick had better not be the new Chris/Kris) that I was barely conveying the mind-shift that is law school. I've learned so much from trial team and learned so much from prosecution, and as secure as I'll feel in a courtroom, I know that I have a lot to learn.
I am faintly satisfied at knowing that Law & Order doesn't have it all right and not every judge will understand the intricacies of hearsay, but...wow. The further along I get, the more I realize I have learned and still need to learn.
But then I suspect life is always like that.
Also, catch the first episode of White Collar if you can. It's full of awesome.
But...I shall backtrack.
Monday was Monday. Trial team plus classes, including a witness who made me wanna punch infants something fierce (although I'm not supposed to let that show). Watts was a surprisingly nice judge, which makes me reckon that he's probably just a fiend for moot court. Afterwards was advanced Con Law, and then a nap, and then juvie law, and then home.
Family Home Evening for the week of Halloween has probably been our best success to date. Since I was late Levi got things running - tables set up, pumpkins at the ready, caramel melting, and then I just sort of hid downstairs listening to Flogging Molly and making sure the kitchen didn't set itself on fire. We judged the pumpkin carving - some seriously cool stuff there - and then several us - including Jordan, Levi, and Korina - stuck around to clean. Jordan's too sweet for his own good, and Levi constantly surprises me with how efficient he can be.
Tuesday was more trials. Will was our witness. Unlike Monday's witness, Will was difficult by being bumbling and sweet and digging himself quite thoroughly into a hole with everything he said on cross. Which meant I let things slide. I think I kinda biffed on my closing, but that's another thing altogether. Institute had some seriously low attendance, and then there was M&D. Afterwards I went home with every intention of writing my opening, but I didn't. I brained out on Merlin-related things and writing and was in bed before eleven.
I got to school with every intention of writing my opening and I actually did it. I was amazed at how much I learned from trial team and watching Chelsea work through successive drafts of her opening. So I sat down and wrote, and then it was senior picture time. That was...scary. And surreal. And a little silly. I had a nice suit and blouse but totally forgot decent shoes even though the shot is a portrait, so I looked like skateboarder!lawyer in my Chucks and suit. I changed out right quick afterwards, only to get landed with paperwork to fill out for the hooding ceremony booklet.
Hooding ceremony.
Graduation.
It's coming for me.
I gave a tour to a new possible student. He was cute, but he also looked so young to me. Perhaps because this week is moot court week and I'm used to seeing everyone panicked and stressed. Man. Weird. But I gave him the tour and then finished writing my opening (I even came up with a decent theme, or so it would seem) and then Angela and I had lunch. Kent - who also had to write his opening - and I hashed out or stuff together until I had to go to Advanced Con Law. I found out from Kent that juvie law was cancelled, which meant that I had from two ten till six to work on my opening. And I worked it. I didn't want to have it memorized, not like my closing for Melilli (and man but my brain feels like it's breaking from the overcrowding in there), but I wanted to know it well enough to recite it.
Kent and I booked a room down in the library and recited to each other, then each took half of the room and practiced alone. And then the trial came. I made it through.
And then I hung around talking to Carlo afterwards. I like that kid a lot. He's a nice guy. He totally blew me away, and I remembered all over again why I'd chosen him as my moot court partner as a 2L. I got to talk to Ericka when I came home and it was pretty darn wonderful. I talked to my mom, ate food, and continued to be a very sad Bradley James fangirl.
It was just a long, long day for me. And I feel all thrown off for the trial tomorrow. I'm going to do my best to get in there early and get ready.
Man. It's not even ten-thirty and I'm tired.
Law school is nothing like I thought it would be. I know as I was talking to that potential 1L (Nick, his name was, and why are boys named Nick suddenly popping up for no good reason? Nick had better not be the new Chris/Kris) that I was barely conveying the mind-shift that is law school. I've learned so much from trial team and learned so much from prosecution, and as secure as I'll feel in a courtroom, I know that I have a lot to learn.
I am faintly satisfied at knowing that Law & Order doesn't have it all right and not every judge will understand the intricacies of hearsay, but...wow. The further along I get, the more I realize I have learned and still need to learn.
But then I suspect life is always like that.
Also, catch the first episode of White Collar if you can. It's full of awesome.
