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Day 894: Night is Darkest
Apr. 13th, 2010 01:25 pmJust before the dawn. Or maybe it seems like the tunnel is longest right before the end.
This week is crazy, crazy long. And it's only Tuesday.
So Sunday may have officially been the longest Sunday ever. Church started at nine. I didn't get out till 2:15. Apparently missing three weeks' worth of Ward Council is no bueno. Kinda wanted to cry, I was so tired and worn out after it all. Gotta say, though, Levi always manages to surprise me by being super awesome about getting things done, and I'm glad he helped. The sad thing about FHE, of course, is that my earlier arrivers, my WoD gang, end up getting tapped more often than not to do things. Could be worse, I guess. After church I went home and ended up cleaning, paying bills. I went to Break the Fast, which was full of good food (and now I have leftovers all week, if I can stop stressing enough to want to eat) and I got to talk to Dan and Jake and Angela and Amber. I had every intention of writing letters, but I ended up talking to my parents on the phone and then talking to Ericka on Skype. Don't see enough of that girl.
Talking to her was awesome, though. We traded poetry and smiles and the rest. A bit of encouragement. A lot of regret.
Go game face!
Monday was...long. Longer than I'd have liked it to be. Dan (clinic Dan, not went-to-the-dance-with-him Dan or black belt Dan) was working on a brief, so I did every single intake call, including a cold call as well as a whole bunch of call backs. Boy owes me his firstborn child. And he's married, so he can deliver. I didn't call him on it, though. I just...hate talking to that many people. (I know, seems strange, but it isn't really.) And some people were crazy, and others were just sad, and...yeah. I had to top it off by going to C&S with Neumie, during which I worked on the presentation for copyrights, which I am several different kinds of not looking forward to, although I am working with some bright girls, so that makes me happy. I wolfed down a taco for lunch during a very depressing meeting about how I'm doomed as far as student loans go after school (I have a lot of desperate phone calls to make in the next couple of weeks), and then I had a team meeting with the boss.
Went down to the courthouse for the most pointless court appearance ever. I got all dressed up and looked like a little lawyer, and we poked our heads into the judge's office for about thirty seconds while she signed paperwork, and then we went back to school. Jenifer and I then met with a client, which was awkward since she was reading a report and we were trying not to be bored. Then we met with another client, which was infinitely better. Not gonna lie - I was dressed like a teenaged boy thug, and we met at a high school. We sat out on the steps in the sun, got some rays and warmth, and talked child custody. That's how I want to practice law - comfortably. Casually. In the sun. Only getting dressed up for battle - or court.
Afterwards I did a file review for one of the hearings I have this Friday. There's something disturbingly voyeuristic about reading a client's rantings and ravings and confessions about her terrible relationship with her baby-daddy. It was hard to remember that, at the time, our client was eighteen and still a teenager, but still. A touch painful to read. Not entirely informative. A lesson in the depth and breadth of the law. Also, learned a new word: primagravida. Reading medical charts was like being at Brad's PI office again, looking over crash reports. At least there were no medical bills to deal with. I got out of the office in time to watch an episode of Bones (the one last week that broke hearts for a reason) and then pick up a girl for FHE.
We had loads of fun playing kickball. I now have nine players in WoD, so the game was a little discombobulated and crazy, and I had to throw down a whole lot of NPC Deus Ex Machina to get them through everything. What they don't know, of course, is that everything that seems like it's been swimmingly easy is going to come back to bite them. Hard. I just have to build a gauntlet before the next session. I cannot wing an entire gauntlet. Man. Will need to do research. Urk. Will also just have to make things up. I love my players, but since we're playing in a modern setting, sometimes they forget the awesomeness of calling a cab. After the game I took that one girl home, which meant I got home pretty obscenely late.
Didn't sleep well. Had a heck of a time getting out of bed (as Monday morning I'd gotten up early to write and send letters), but I got up and got dressed and dragged myself to school. Read all my cases for First Amendment. Finished the Copyrights presentation in Divorce Day at the clinic. Went to First Amendment. Went to Institute. Am back in the clinic for more Divorce Day. I have devolved into sentence fragments as I'm evil tired. Angela was nice enough to share tasty dessert with me in Institute. I've been trying to avoid talking to people because I either sound slow (in an effort to sound American while reading things aloud in Institute) or because I sound like I'm from the cheap side of London. I'm really, really tired. I think Native American law was cancelled today because my professor is in Iraq, which means that I can get some serious casework done and not have to stay here at school forever and ever getting things done.
Although I am less than pleased to realize that I still have to do the stupid copyright paper of all stupid doom. I was sick with stress this morning, hence the rampant not eating, and getting that copyright presentation out of the way has been pretty darn good, all things considered, so that makes me immensely happy.
It's going to be a very long day, though.
Long day.
ETA:
So I thought this day would be looking up, such that I would be able to go out for food with my friend Jenny. No such luck. However, I got to write my first legal break-up letter. Dumped a client. Since she pathologically lies about not getting her mail, I will also be hand-delivering the break-up packet. Possibly before I head to the dojo tonight, which will put me in a bonny fine mood, so there you go. I'm excited about it, childishly. I love my journal, and I feel like I write so much that the good parts are lost. Go figure.
This week is crazy, crazy long. And it's only Tuesday.
So Sunday may have officially been the longest Sunday ever. Church started at nine. I didn't get out till 2:15. Apparently missing three weeks' worth of Ward Council is no bueno. Kinda wanted to cry, I was so tired and worn out after it all. Gotta say, though, Levi always manages to surprise me by being super awesome about getting things done, and I'm glad he helped. The sad thing about FHE, of course, is that my earlier arrivers, my WoD gang, end up getting tapped more often than not to do things. Could be worse, I guess. After church I went home and ended up cleaning, paying bills. I went to Break the Fast, which was full of good food (and now I have leftovers all week, if I can stop stressing enough to want to eat) and I got to talk to Dan and Jake and Angela and Amber. I had every intention of writing letters, but I ended up talking to my parents on the phone and then talking to Ericka on Skype. Don't see enough of that girl.
Talking to her was awesome, though. We traded poetry and smiles and the rest. A bit of encouragement. A lot of regret.
Go game face!
Monday was...long. Longer than I'd have liked it to be. Dan (clinic Dan, not went-to-the-dance-with-him Dan or black belt Dan) was working on a brief, so I did every single intake call, including a cold call as well as a whole bunch of call backs. Boy owes me his firstborn child. And he's married, so he can deliver. I didn't call him on it, though. I just...hate talking to that many people. (I know, seems strange, but it isn't really.) And some people were crazy, and others were just sad, and...yeah. I had to top it off by going to C&S with Neumie, during which I worked on the presentation for copyrights, which I am several different kinds of not looking forward to, although I am working with some bright girls, so that makes me happy. I wolfed down a taco for lunch during a very depressing meeting about how I'm doomed as far as student loans go after school (I have a lot of desperate phone calls to make in the next couple of weeks), and then I had a team meeting with the boss.
Went down to the courthouse for the most pointless court appearance ever. I got all dressed up and looked like a little lawyer, and we poked our heads into the judge's office for about thirty seconds while she signed paperwork, and then we went back to school. Jenifer and I then met with a client, which was awkward since she was reading a report and we were trying not to be bored. Then we met with another client, which was infinitely better. Not gonna lie - I was dressed like a teenaged boy thug, and we met at a high school. We sat out on the steps in the sun, got some rays and warmth, and talked child custody. That's how I want to practice law - comfortably. Casually. In the sun. Only getting dressed up for battle - or court.
Afterwards I did a file review for one of the hearings I have this Friday. There's something disturbingly voyeuristic about reading a client's rantings and ravings and confessions about her terrible relationship with her baby-daddy. It was hard to remember that, at the time, our client was eighteen and still a teenager, but still. A touch painful to read. Not entirely informative. A lesson in the depth and breadth of the law. Also, learned a new word: primagravida. Reading medical charts was like being at Brad's PI office again, looking over crash reports. At least there were no medical bills to deal with. I got out of the office in time to watch an episode of Bones (the one last week that broke hearts for a reason) and then pick up a girl for FHE.
We had loads of fun playing kickball. I now have nine players in WoD, so the game was a little discombobulated and crazy, and I had to throw down a whole lot of NPC Deus Ex Machina to get them through everything. What they don't know, of course, is that everything that seems like it's been swimmingly easy is going to come back to bite them. Hard. I just have to build a gauntlet before the next session. I cannot wing an entire gauntlet. Man. Will need to do research. Urk. Will also just have to make things up. I love my players, but since we're playing in a modern setting, sometimes they forget the awesomeness of calling a cab. After the game I took that one girl home, which meant I got home pretty obscenely late.
Didn't sleep well. Had a heck of a time getting out of bed (as Monday morning I'd gotten up early to write and send letters), but I got up and got dressed and dragged myself to school. Read all my cases for First Amendment. Finished the Copyrights presentation in Divorce Day at the clinic. Went to First Amendment. Went to Institute. Am back in the clinic for more Divorce Day. I have devolved into sentence fragments as I'm evil tired. Angela was nice enough to share tasty dessert with me in Institute. I've been trying to avoid talking to people because I either sound slow (in an effort to sound American while reading things aloud in Institute) or because I sound like I'm from the cheap side of London. I'm really, really tired. I think Native American law was cancelled today because my professor is in Iraq, which means that I can get some serious casework done and not have to stay here at school forever and ever getting things done.
Although I am less than pleased to realize that I still have to do the stupid copyright paper of all stupid doom. I was sick with stress this morning, hence the rampant not eating, and getting that copyright presentation out of the way has been pretty darn good, all things considered, so that makes me immensely happy.
It's going to be a very long day, though.
Long day.
ETA:
So I thought this day would be looking up, such that I would be able to go out for food with my friend Jenny. No such luck. However, I got to write my first legal break-up letter. Dumped a client. Since she pathologically lies about not getting her mail, I will also be hand-delivering the break-up packet. Possibly before I head to the dojo tonight, which will put me in a bonny fine mood, so there you go. I'm excited about it, childishly. I love my journal, and I feel like I write so much that the good parts are lost. Go figure.
