Day 704: A Thousand Beautiful Things
Dec. 10th, 2008 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzAn odd title for a law student to choose in the middle of finals, but it's the truth. I studied with Ryan and the other 3L boys on Monday, and then on Monday night, my mother, bless her heart, was willing to listen to me ramble on and on about criminal law. She'd just gotten home from China and had all kinds of crazy things to do, but she was willing to help me study.
I was one of the first students out of the test on Tuesday, but I didn't care. I answered the questions as best as I could. They were refreshingly straightforward, and I'm sure I missed things, but I did the best I can and that's what counts. Hopefully my handwriting doesn't annoy the living daylights out of her. Afterwards I went home and talked to my mom. We opened presents together over the phone. I received lovely jewelry - and really, no boy is ever going to be able to afford to surpass what jewelry I already own - and a sushi-making kit, which means me and the girls are going to have to have a sushi night sometime. I studied Evidence as best as I could, given that I'm totally lost on that subject, and I even went to talk to neighbor Stacy a bit. I like her and think she's cool, and it was a nice break. I studied more, and then I went to belly dancing. We danced for half the class, then spent the rest of the class watching belly-dancing DVDs and learning about different styles of dancing. Della, our teacher, taught us about different styles, and we taught her about goth girls. What do goth girls have to do with belly dancing? Look at tribal fusion dancers. End of story. When I got home, mother and I had to kerfaffle through some nonsense because someone *cough*Dad*cough* threw away her password. But once we were on, we got to talk Evidence. Which must have been as boring as all get-out for her, but she was awesome about it. It made me feel better, at any rate.
Only I kept waking up in the middle of the night in a panic. And maybe I should be panicking, but I refuse to. Kent was cool this morning - he and I just walked and walked and walked around the school together, talking until it was time to take the test, because just sitting there and fretting over it wouldn't have done either of us any good. I was the first person out of there. I was out in under two hours, which was sort of frightening. I didn't refer to my study materials - which were allowed in, as this was an "open book" test - unless I absolutely had to, because if I didn't know it myself, what was the point anyway? Plus the bar isn't open book. I also refused to look up every single answer like a sheep. So I got done, and I ran some errands - filled the car with gas, picked up shipping supplies for Christmas presents. Then I came home and mom called, and we opened Christmas presents together again. More pretty jewelry - and one of the most awesome things ever. My mom, in a moment of brilliance and poignancy, went nuts and printed off all my LJ entries (that aren't locked, at any rate) and had them bound in separate volumes, one for every year I wrote, which started in my second year of undergrad. And at the front of every volume (although I've only opened one so far) is a letter or poem or piece of art from one of my friends from throughout my college years. I almost cried. I might end up crying if this keeps up. The journal she made me is better than any gift someone could have bought me. I wonder if that's how Dad felt the year I gave him a book of all the letters his father wrote over the years (because I cannot let anything go). I can't wait to see the rest of my journals, to see what I wrote and what friends wrote and...wow. A thousand beautiful things and my mother found a way to put them in the form I love best - books. I can't imagine how much it cost her, but it's the most amazing gift I've ever received.
My mother is amazing.
I was one of the first students out of the test on Tuesday, but I didn't care. I answered the questions as best as I could. They were refreshingly straightforward, and I'm sure I missed things, but I did the best I can and that's what counts. Hopefully my handwriting doesn't annoy the living daylights out of her. Afterwards I went home and talked to my mom. We opened presents together over the phone. I received lovely jewelry - and really, no boy is ever going to be able to afford to surpass what jewelry I already own - and a sushi-making kit, which means me and the girls are going to have to have a sushi night sometime. I studied Evidence as best as I could, given that I'm totally lost on that subject, and I even went to talk to neighbor Stacy a bit. I like her and think she's cool, and it was a nice break. I studied more, and then I went to belly dancing. We danced for half the class, then spent the rest of the class watching belly-dancing DVDs and learning about different styles of dancing. Della, our teacher, taught us about different styles, and we taught her about goth girls. What do goth girls have to do with belly dancing? Look at tribal fusion dancers. End of story. When I got home, mother and I had to kerfaffle through some nonsense because someone *cough*Dad*cough* threw away her password. But once we were on, we got to talk Evidence. Which must have been as boring as all get-out for her, but she was awesome about it. It made me feel better, at any rate.
Only I kept waking up in the middle of the night in a panic. And maybe I should be panicking, but I refuse to. Kent was cool this morning - he and I just walked and walked and walked around the school together, talking until it was time to take the test, because just sitting there and fretting over it wouldn't have done either of us any good. I was the first person out of there. I was out in under two hours, which was sort of frightening. I didn't refer to my study materials - which were allowed in, as this was an "open book" test - unless I absolutely had to, because if I didn't know it myself, what was the point anyway? Plus the bar isn't open book. I also refused to look up every single answer like a sheep. So I got done, and I ran some errands - filled the car with gas, picked up shipping supplies for Christmas presents. Then I came home and mom called, and we opened Christmas presents together again. More pretty jewelry - and one of the most awesome things ever. My mom, in a moment of brilliance and poignancy, went nuts and printed off all my LJ entries (that aren't locked, at any rate) and had them bound in separate volumes, one for every year I wrote, which started in my second year of undergrad. And at the front of every volume (although I've only opened one so far) is a letter or poem or piece of art from one of my friends from throughout my college years. I almost cried. I might end up crying if this keeps up. The journal she made me is better than any gift someone could have bought me. I wonder if that's how Dad felt the year I gave him a book of all the letters his father wrote over the years (because I cannot let anything go). I can't wait to see the rest of my journals, to see what I wrote and what friends wrote and...wow. A thousand beautiful things and my mother found a way to put them in the form I love best - books. I can't imagine how much it cost her, but it's the most amazing gift I've ever received.
My mother is amazing.
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Date: 2008-12-11 04:08 am (UTC)I'm so glad you like them! <3 Your mom was so adorable asking the pack to make things for you, I wanted to hug her, but it was over the phone. She's pretty much the nicest lady ever. And watching people freak out over what to make for you was funny, too. It was lots of fun!
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