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Day 920: Of Burning Out and Burning Bright
Jul. 5th, 2010 08:34 pmHardcore Bar Prep Day 33:
Monday was a long day, but not as long as today. The lecture was on Family Law, which I managed to get read that morning. I wasn't too worried because I took marriage & divorce in law school, and even though it was my worst grade ever, it's one area of law that even lay people can grasp because, let's face it, lay people get married and divorced all the time. There was no handout, which meant I had to take notes by hand, and a couple of the other girls were awesome about letting me have some paper. I took some of the prettiest notes I've ever taken, but I was still crazy sleepy, just like in law school.
In law school, I thought it was the time of day, but apparently it's the subject. I ended up coming home, eating, watching Drop Dead Diva, calling my mom, cranking out essays, and then going down to Justin's to train. We walked to the park, and we were both slow – his foot is still injured – and we trained some, mostly grappling and ground-fighting, but a few take-downs. We've decided that since my shoulders are lame, we're going to lay off dives and rolls for a while. Even though we did no punching drills, I managed to draw some blood on my knuckles anyway (I'd even picked up sports tape to wrap my knuckles in case of injury). Afterwards we talked, and it was the most comfortable we've been, I think. We talked music (he's learning to play the guitar and is interested in a little Eternal Melody from Yoshiki) and then I drove home, hauled myself into bed.
Highway construction in Utah is evil.
Hardcore Bar Prep Day 34:
Officially the worst day ever. I was exhausted when I hauled my sad self out of bed. Hit the hot chocolate early. Lecture was live and brief, given that the outline was 38 pages long, and our lecturer was lively, funny. Afterwards I took an ill-advised excursion on SLC public transport to pick up a delivery of comic books. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was me overthinking all the homework I have to do, but I couldn't concentrate at all today. I ended up starting to watch Kyle XY, which isn't well-acted but is intriguing anyway (I totally blame this on Kris-not-Curry), and I took a nap. I watched some more. Ate some food while playing jeopardy. Started on some more lace. Pushed myself through three quizzes (I read for Con Law while on the buses, so I wasn't a complete intellectual sloth today). I did well on Con Law and terribly on the first mixed MBE set but rocked the second set, which is supposed to be harder, so my better performance is seriously counterintuitive. I really, really wanted to call Cody, and I wanted to cry today too, but I figured since I was in such a crazy mood I'd better not bother anyone.
I'm going to work my tail off tomorrow so I can have dinner with my sister and her husband despite the fact that it seems her invitation came with an ulterior motive. Some days I feel confident about the bar, too confident, and that worries me, and other days I regret going to law school at all.
One way or another, I'm going to make it.
Hardcore Bar Prep Day 35:
So today was the last day of lecture. It was short. It felt like the end of an era, me getting out of bed with the sun and walking down to Trax, going down to the law school. It'll be the last time I see a fellow class of 2010 grad on a regular basis. Kent and I will likely give each other panicked phone calls once in a blue moon, but it's like school's finally done; no more hanging out with the gang from the corner.
I came home and called my mom and had lunch. Watched an episode of Kyle XY before buckling down and reviewing three quizzes. Took a nap, forced out three essays, and then went to hang out with Shannon and Wayne. It was fun. I got to see Audi again, which was awesome, although it also means that I am covered in dog hair. We had Chinese take-out and played through some God of War 3 that Shaz bought to celebrate her newly-acquired PS3. Even though I had some issues at the beginning, and we hit up the strat guide a couple of times when we got stuck on puzzles, I actually had a pretty good run of not-dying (you had to give up the controller whenever you died), but I relinquished it in favor of talking to Cody. Hearing that boy's voice makes me smile pretty much every time.
I'm excited to see him this weekend. Tomorrow and Friday, though, I need to buckle down and work hard. Even though I looked back on yesterday and realized that I did work hard, I didn't do all I wanted to. I figure tonight is my last night of freedom so I can do what I need to do before going to Cody's for the weekend and before the scariness truly begins. Memorization, here I come.
Bar Prep Day Counting Suspended:
So...Thursday I beat my way through an MBE. I didn't do well at all with the studying, and I was shooting for a 60% on the practice MBE but only made 50%. I got wrong mostly torts questions, as well as real property questions, so I know what I need to study, but it was really, really disheartening. I wanted to call someone – Ericka, Angela, Cody – but I didn't want to bother anyone with my laziness, so I sucked it up and went to the temple with Kelsey (which was awesome and also scary short – 30 minutes, tops) and then studied in the evening. I was up ridiculously late reading, though.
So...Friday I worked hard. Burned through four MEEs and one MPT and then got packed. I ended up getting my car washed and driving up to Blackfoot with Kelsey, one of my roommates (the one I go to the temple with). We talked and laughed and listened to music, and it was fun getting to know her better. Poor Kelsey had to try to navigate my touch screen on my phone to send text messages to Cody for me, but we managed to find the glass shop where he works. I got a hug in greeting, but then Kelsey was there, and I think Cody and I are doomed to have an audience whenever it's most inconvenient. We dropped Kelsey at her parents' place, and then we went back to the shop, and he showed me around. I met his dad and a couple of his coworkers. And...he showed me the present he made me. He mentioned one night on the phone he was working on a secret project, but based on the facebook chatter he had going with Steven about said project, I foolishly assumed it was the spud gun he and Steven have wanted to build for...forever. But it was a pretty mirror – he'd etched designs (suns, flowers, my name) into the glass.
Yeah.
Boy officially wins.
At the risk of rambling, here's the lowdown on my Fourth of July Weekend in Idaho:
( I rambled anyway )
Monday was a long day, but not as long as today. The lecture was on Family Law, which I managed to get read that morning. I wasn't too worried because I took marriage & divorce in law school, and even though it was my worst grade ever, it's one area of law that even lay people can grasp because, let's face it, lay people get married and divorced all the time. There was no handout, which meant I had to take notes by hand, and a couple of the other girls were awesome about letting me have some paper. I took some of the prettiest notes I've ever taken, but I was still crazy sleepy, just like in law school.
In law school, I thought it was the time of day, but apparently it's the subject. I ended up coming home, eating, watching Drop Dead Diva, calling my mom, cranking out essays, and then going down to Justin's to train. We walked to the park, and we were both slow – his foot is still injured – and we trained some, mostly grappling and ground-fighting, but a few take-downs. We've decided that since my shoulders are lame, we're going to lay off dives and rolls for a while. Even though we did no punching drills, I managed to draw some blood on my knuckles anyway (I'd even picked up sports tape to wrap my knuckles in case of injury). Afterwards we talked, and it was the most comfortable we've been, I think. We talked music (he's learning to play the guitar and is interested in a little Eternal Melody from Yoshiki) and then I drove home, hauled myself into bed.
Highway construction in Utah is evil.
Hardcore Bar Prep Day 34:
Officially the worst day ever. I was exhausted when I hauled my sad self out of bed. Hit the hot chocolate early. Lecture was live and brief, given that the outline was 38 pages long, and our lecturer was lively, funny. Afterwards I took an ill-advised excursion on SLC public transport to pick up a delivery of comic books. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was me overthinking all the homework I have to do, but I couldn't concentrate at all today. I ended up starting to watch Kyle XY, which isn't well-acted but is intriguing anyway (I totally blame this on Kris-not-Curry), and I took a nap. I watched some more. Ate some food while playing jeopardy. Started on some more lace. Pushed myself through three quizzes (I read for Con Law while on the buses, so I wasn't a complete intellectual sloth today). I did well on Con Law and terribly on the first mixed MBE set but rocked the second set, which is supposed to be harder, so my better performance is seriously counterintuitive. I really, really wanted to call Cody, and I wanted to cry today too, but I figured since I was in such a crazy mood I'd better not bother anyone.
I'm going to work my tail off tomorrow so I can have dinner with my sister and her husband despite the fact that it seems her invitation came with an ulterior motive. Some days I feel confident about the bar, too confident, and that worries me, and other days I regret going to law school at all.
One way or another, I'm going to make it.
Hardcore Bar Prep Day 35:
So today was the last day of lecture. It was short. It felt like the end of an era, me getting out of bed with the sun and walking down to Trax, going down to the law school. It'll be the last time I see a fellow class of 2010 grad on a regular basis. Kent and I will likely give each other panicked phone calls once in a blue moon, but it's like school's finally done; no more hanging out with the gang from the corner.
I came home and called my mom and had lunch. Watched an episode of Kyle XY before buckling down and reviewing three quizzes. Took a nap, forced out three essays, and then went to hang out with Shannon and Wayne. It was fun. I got to see Audi again, which was awesome, although it also means that I am covered in dog hair. We had Chinese take-out and played through some God of War 3 that Shaz bought to celebrate her newly-acquired PS3. Even though I had some issues at the beginning, and we hit up the strat guide a couple of times when we got stuck on puzzles, I actually had a pretty good run of not-dying (you had to give up the controller whenever you died), but I relinquished it in favor of talking to Cody. Hearing that boy's voice makes me smile pretty much every time.
I'm excited to see him this weekend. Tomorrow and Friday, though, I need to buckle down and work hard. Even though I looked back on yesterday and realized that I did work hard, I didn't do all I wanted to. I figure tonight is my last night of freedom so I can do what I need to do before going to Cody's for the weekend and before the scariness truly begins. Memorization, here I come.
Bar Prep Day Counting Suspended:
So...Thursday I beat my way through an MBE. I didn't do well at all with the studying, and I was shooting for a 60% on the practice MBE but only made 50%. I got wrong mostly torts questions, as well as real property questions, so I know what I need to study, but it was really, really disheartening. I wanted to call someone – Ericka, Angela, Cody – but I didn't want to bother anyone with my laziness, so I sucked it up and went to the temple with Kelsey (which was awesome and also scary short – 30 minutes, tops) and then studied in the evening. I was up ridiculously late reading, though.
So...Friday I worked hard. Burned through four MEEs and one MPT and then got packed. I ended up getting my car washed and driving up to Blackfoot with Kelsey, one of my roommates (the one I go to the temple with). We talked and laughed and listened to music, and it was fun getting to know her better. Poor Kelsey had to try to navigate my touch screen on my phone to send text messages to Cody for me, but we managed to find the glass shop where he works. I got a hug in greeting, but then Kelsey was there, and I think Cody and I are doomed to have an audience whenever it's most inconvenient. We dropped Kelsey at her parents' place, and then we went back to the shop, and he showed me around. I met his dad and a couple of his coworkers. And...he showed me the present he made me. He mentioned one night on the phone he was working on a secret project, but based on the facebook chatter he had going with Steven about said project, I foolishly assumed it was the spud gun he and Steven have wanted to build for...forever. But it was a pretty mirror – he'd etched designs (suns, flowers, my name) into the glass.
Yeah.
Boy officially wins.
At the risk of rambling, here's the lowdown on my Fourth of July Weekend in Idaho:
( I rambled anyway )
