Day 888: Triple Threat
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nagi_schwarzOr..."Not According To Plan".
That's pretty much been the story of my life the past few days. Really. Nothing has gone according to plan. There have been great moments, don't get me wrong. Just...nothing has gone according to plan.
So...Wednesday.
I honestly don't remember much about classes other than not really paying nearly enough attention in C&S. There was lunch, I think. And then a team meeting, which was brief but full of assignments. I like lots of assignments, because someone said it right - lawyers like to be productive, and I like to have things to do. Also, I do want to catch up on hours for the clinic.
I did the best I could in Copyrights. The most entertaining part of that class was this, which I have shamelessly copied from one of my other blogs: So there's this kid in my copyrights class who reminds me of one of my crew, Logan. He doesn't look very similar, but he has the same grim, deadpan humor and Dane Cook-like delivery on jokes, and he has the same nerd-tacular irreverence that's impossible to find in law school.
For example, in a presentation he had a picture of the venerable judge Learned Hand accompanied by the caption "Learned Hand knows you are facebooking and does not approve."
Today in class a presenter asked for the modern equivalent of a BBS. Naturally someone suggested facebook, and this boy suggested 4chan. The nice Mormon man giving the presentation didn't know what it was, but I looked at the boy and he looked at me and he knew I knew. After class, he looked at me again and we exchanged wry looks, and he said, "What?" and I said, "4chan? Really?" He shrugged nonchalantly and said, "I go for the hentai and stay for the lolcats." I said, "Almost no one in law school gets that sort of thing," and he said, completely straightfaced, "Where else would you go for tentacle rape?"
It totally made my day.
Afterwards, I ran home and had tasty leftover stew, and then I bustled off to Amber's house. Only both of us were too tired to have any deep, meaningful girl conversation, and this week's episode of House was lame, so we both retired early and I went home, worked on lace, and slept.
And then there was Thursday. Now, I knew my usual Thursday plans would be altered, but that's not all the weirdness.
Usually first thing Thursday mornings Pat and I go teach 7th grade, but no such luck this week. Usually for observations Strand or Professor Weber comes to watch us, but since we got shafted this week to Friday, no such luck there either.
Thursday's First Amendment class was interesting - I head Ice-T's song "Cop Killer" for the first time ever, and was faintly glad that Despain, a former cop, was not in that class. After class I ran to a lunch meeting. Now, I've never gone to the career development office in my entire career at the law school, but there was a speaker, and free food, and I'm a 3L feeling paranoid about my future, so I went. The pizza was lame, but the speaker was inspiring, and I won a book. For the first time ever in law school, I won something. So I scheduled to go to the CDO office on Friday.
Only right after class I had to run to a clinic class, and we traded war stories about court (and celebrated victories of our classmates), discussed upcoming cases and assignments, and then I had barely any time to get work done before I busted off to class. Right before Native American law, I bought some nice Belgian Chocolate, and I ate pieces of it periodically during class and...I stayed awake! I answered questions (for some reason my responses made the professor laugh), and I made little origami hearts out of the candy wrappers - my hands were so twitchy. (Afterwards, the Professor said next time he wants to see swans.)
After class I divvied up work with Jen, and then...I went home. Ate. Went to the temple. Now, I had every intention of going back to the office to work, but I hadn't planned on being at the end of the line and getting out nearly two hours after I went in. Also, I was alone in the office, and when I got there the Boss's light was on, only she wasn't in. I kept hearing noises coming from near her office, so I ninja-prowled through the office, but it was empty. The Boss's office looked like she was in there but had just stepped out, only she hadn't been back for half an hour, and I was so, so sure someone had killed her and stuck her in the other professor's office, but I was too terrified to look. I just finished my letters (lots of them, some firing a client, as we call it) and hurried home.
Worked on lace. Jenny called and we talked about dress-up plans for the Ball (she said I'd need hours to get ready). Slept.
And then there was Friday.
So, Friday morning I got dressed up to teach the children at school. And nothing went according to plan. Neither Strand nor Weber was there to observe; it was a Professor I've never had. The students' assembly ran long, and they were not nearly as enthusiastic as I'd like, but Pat and I shared the work well, and when we announced the mock trial, they applauded, so that was gratifying (if unusual).
Also, Thursday was beautifully sunny - in the 60s. It snowed on Friday. That sucked. I barely made it through C&S. Almost had no time to each lunch as Jenny and I wrangled a pashmina and a clutch purse for the ball, so I wolfed down lunch and did intake. My friend Kim got a new haircut and looks great, and we had some laughter moments together, which was nice. After intake Jen and I did work on cases (Jen is not Jenny, it should be noted) and we met with The Boss about what to do for Monday's eviction hearing, only midway through I had the meeting at the CDO.
Which didn't go according to plan. I was hoping to be inspired. Mostly I was annoyed, dissatisfied, and utterly terrified of my future. I ran back to the clinic to meet with Jen and the Boss, and mostly we agreed that we'd meet on Saturday to get some stuff done, maybe meet with the client. No big deal.
Now, Jenny said I'd need about three hours to get ready. I had about ninety minutes. I showered, didn't know what to do with my hair (but settled on something eventually), put on make-up, fussed with jewelry, and then made lace until Stephen arrived. Because, seriously, I make lace whenever I have what might qualify as free time.
Stephen was perfectly on time, and while we drove he told me that he'd made special effort to a) match my outfit (I think he's the first boy who's cared since prom); b) to make it on time (because he had to factor in de-icing his car and the like. He was a gentleman the entire time, what with opened doors for me, pulling out my chair, and everything. On the way in we totally walked past Warren Buffet, which was totally cool. We checked in our coats, found our classmates (Stephen saw one of his) and we mingled a little (most of my classmates were tipsy, if not completely smashed).
The way Barrister's works, we have name cards tagged with meal stickers, and we stick our name cards wherever we'd like to sit. Stephen and I initially planted down at a table with some cool professors, but then Catie from Florida found us, and we sat with her, Angela, Destynie, Katie, and Dan. We talked some more, took pictures (but not on my camera because it wouldn't fit in the clutch purse), and then it was food time. It took forever to get to the food because our classmates were loud and drunk, but this year the food was super tasty, and dessert was pretty super awesome.
Apart from skipping the initial line dance, the rest of us got up and danced. It was fun - there were slow songs, a swing song (although on that one I danced with Dan, because I've danced swing with him before, and also I was in heels, which were dangerous). Stephen and I talked as we danced (we totally waltzed and did the cha-cha, and we danced well together), but we were both tired and ended up leaving around eleven (although the party was scheduled to go all the way till one). On the way home we talked, and I learned that he's wanted to be a doctor since he was seven, and he spent three months in Ghana doing research and charity medical work, and pretty much he's amazing. When we got back to my place, and I did the nice-girl equivalent of "Wanna come up for a drink?" which was "You want some hot chocolate or are you just going to hit the road?" Of course, he said he just needed to head home, but we were both tired and...ugh. I was pretty disheartened by it all, so I just went to bed.
Although all night at the dance and stuff, that kid Lucas from D&D sent me text messages offering to be my date and keep me company if I got bored and the like.
Grrrr. I still really, really like Stephen, but them's the breaks, aye?
So I planned on being out of bed by seven this morning to get grocery shopping done and get into the office, do a couple of hours' work, come back to my flat, watch too much Angel for my own good, and make lace till the sun went down.
Did that happen?
No. I was out of bed, showered, and dressed closer to nine, and then I went shopping for food and supplies. By the time I made it back from shopping, it was noon, so I unloaded my gear, had the last of my leftover stew, and made it into the office by two.
Jen and I met with the Boss and we talked strategy, how we could win, all the ways we could lose, and what would happen if we won (hell for our client) or if we lose (eviction; does our client have a place to stay?). By the time we were done strategizing, it was half past five. So we moseyed on down to our client's and attempted to have a conversation while his baby girl cried and his sister and her boyfriend tried to give us legal advice. (It was so, so hard trying to keep a civil tongue in my head while her boyfriend was there, because Jen and I had seen on video where he was beating the living daylights out of our client's sister.) We got information, I prepped our client for testifying on Monday, and then we left.
It was nearly seven by the time we got back to the clinic, and we had a whole load of work to do. We had to sort through six months of paperwork, write some examinations, and then prep pleadings for a different client entirely. We did order in some Jimmy Johns and practically ambushed the delivery boy for food. He was in such a hurry he almost walked off with the bag of food, and I nearly jumped him. Still, there was a lot of sorting, talking, considering, plotting.
Best parts of my Saturday: listening to our client call us his lawyers. Seriously. It's like we were real lawyers and not just law students, and I felt...like a real lawyer. It was cool. Also, my soul-sister BenTen buzzed in on Skype, and Jen "met" her, and we talked and laughed. It was...a late night at the office. We worked long, and we worked hard, but it was ridiculous. How long we worked. We both thought it would only be a couple of hours and then we could go home, but...no. We have to be at school at seven Monday morning to prep, and I'm going to wear one of my nicest suits, and...we felt like real lawyers. Though we were confused about some things and sent a long, detailed, questioning email to the boss.
Writing the pleading after that was nothing.
I had a soda and chocolate, but man, I'm still tired.
So this is what being a lawyer is like.
Time for some lace.
And then bed.
That's pretty much been the story of my life the past few days. Really. Nothing has gone according to plan. There have been great moments, don't get me wrong. Just...nothing has gone according to plan.
So...Wednesday.
I honestly don't remember much about classes other than not really paying nearly enough attention in C&S. There was lunch, I think. And then a team meeting, which was brief but full of assignments. I like lots of assignments, because someone said it right - lawyers like to be productive, and I like to have things to do. Also, I do want to catch up on hours for the clinic.
I did the best I could in Copyrights. The most entertaining part of that class was this, which I have shamelessly copied from one of my other blogs: So there's this kid in my copyrights class who reminds me of one of my crew, Logan. He doesn't look very similar, but he has the same grim, deadpan humor and Dane Cook-like delivery on jokes, and he has the same nerd-tacular irreverence that's impossible to find in law school.
For example, in a presentation he had a picture of the venerable judge Learned Hand accompanied by the caption "Learned Hand knows you are facebooking and does not approve."
Today in class a presenter asked for the modern equivalent of a BBS. Naturally someone suggested facebook, and this boy suggested 4chan. The nice Mormon man giving the presentation didn't know what it was, but I looked at the boy and he looked at me and he knew I knew. After class, he looked at me again and we exchanged wry looks, and he said, "What?" and I said, "4chan? Really?" He shrugged nonchalantly and said, "I go for the hentai and stay for the lolcats." I said, "Almost no one in law school gets that sort of thing," and he said, completely straightfaced, "Where else would you go for tentacle rape?"
It totally made my day.
Afterwards, I ran home and had tasty leftover stew, and then I bustled off to Amber's house. Only both of us were too tired to have any deep, meaningful girl conversation, and this week's episode of House was lame, so we both retired early and I went home, worked on lace, and slept.
And then there was Thursday. Now, I knew my usual Thursday plans would be altered, but that's not all the weirdness.
Usually first thing Thursday mornings Pat and I go teach 7th grade, but no such luck this week. Usually for observations Strand or Professor Weber comes to watch us, but since we got shafted this week to Friday, no such luck there either.
Thursday's First Amendment class was interesting - I head Ice-T's song "Cop Killer" for the first time ever, and was faintly glad that Despain, a former cop, was not in that class. After class I ran to a lunch meeting. Now, I've never gone to the career development office in my entire career at the law school, but there was a speaker, and free food, and I'm a 3L feeling paranoid about my future, so I went. The pizza was lame, but the speaker was inspiring, and I won a book. For the first time ever in law school, I won something. So I scheduled to go to the CDO office on Friday.
Only right after class I had to run to a clinic class, and we traded war stories about court (and celebrated victories of our classmates), discussed upcoming cases and assignments, and then I had barely any time to get work done before I busted off to class. Right before Native American law, I bought some nice Belgian Chocolate, and I ate pieces of it periodically during class and...I stayed awake! I answered questions (for some reason my responses made the professor laugh), and I made little origami hearts out of the candy wrappers - my hands were so twitchy. (Afterwards, the Professor said next time he wants to see swans.)
After class I divvied up work with Jen, and then...I went home. Ate. Went to the temple. Now, I had every intention of going back to the office to work, but I hadn't planned on being at the end of the line and getting out nearly two hours after I went in. Also, I was alone in the office, and when I got there the Boss's light was on, only she wasn't in. I kept hearing noises coming from near her office, so I ninja-prowled through the office, but it was empty. The Boss's office looked like she was in there but had just stepped out, only she hadn't been back for half an hour, and I was so, so sure someone had killed her and stuck her in the other professor's office, but I was too terrified to look. I just finished my letters (lots of them, some firing a client, as we call it) and hurried home.
Worked on lace. Jenny called and we talked about dress-up plans for the Ball (she said I'd need hours to get ready). Slept.
And then there was Friday.
So, Friday morning I got dressed up to teach the children at school. And nothing went according to plan. Neither Strand nor Weber was there to observe; it was a Professor I've never had. The students' assembly ran long, and they were not nearly as enthusiastic as I'd like, but Pat and I shared the work well, and when we announced the mock trial, they applauded, so that was gratifying (if unusual).
Also, Thursday was beautifully sunny - in the 60s. It snowed on Friday. That sucked. I barely made it through C&S. Almost had no time to each lunch as Jenny and I wrangled a pashmina and a clutch purse for the ball, so I wolfed down lunch and did intake. My friend Kim got a new haircut and looks great, and we had some laughter moments together, which was nice. After intake Jen and I did work on cases (Jen is not Jenny, it should be noted) and we met with The Boss about what to do for Monday's eviction hearing, only midway through I had the meeting at the CDO.
Which didn't go according to plan. I was hoping to be inspired. Mostly I was annoyed, dissatisfied, and utterly terrified of my future. I ran back to the clinic to meet with Jen and the Boss, and mostly we agreed that we'd meet on Saturday to get some stuff done, maybe meet with the client. No big deal.
Now, Jenny said I'd need about three hours to get ready. I had about ninety minutes. I showered, didn't know what to do with my hair (but settled on something eventually), put on make-up, fussed with jewelry, and then made lace until Stephen arrived. Because, seriously, I make lace whenever I have what might qualify as free time.
Stephen was perfectly on time, and while we drove he told me that he'd made special effort to a) match my outfit (I think he's the first boy who's cared since prom); b) to make it on time (because he had to factor in de-icing his car and the like. He was a gentleman the entire time, what with opened doors for me, pulling out my chair, and everything. On the way in we totally walked past Warren Buffet, which was totally cool. We checked in our coats, found our classmates (Stephen saw one of his) and we mingled a little (most of my classmates were tipsy, if not completely smashed).
The way Barrister's works, we have name cards tagged with meal stickers, and we stick our name cards wherever we'd like to sit. Stephen and I initially planted down at a table with some cool professors, but then Catie from Florida found us, and we sat with her, Angela, Destynie, Katie, and Dan. We talked some more, took pictures (but not on my camera because it wouldn't fit in the clutch purse), and then it was food time. It took forever to get to the food because our classmates were loud and drunk, but this year the food was super tasty, and dessert was pretty super awesome.
Apart from skipping the initial line dance, the rest of us got up and danced. It was fun - there were slow songs, a swing song (although on that one I danced with Dan, because I've danced swing with him before, and also I was in heels, which were dangerous). Stephen and I talked as we danced (we totally waltzed and did the cha-cha, and we danced well together), but we were both tired and ended up leaving around eleven (although the party was scheduled to go all the way till one). On the way home we talked, and I learned that he's wanted to be a doctor since he was seven, and he spent three months in Ghana doing research and charity medical work, and pretty much he's amazing. When we got back to my place, and I did the nice-girl equivalent of "Wanna come up for a drink?" which was "You want some hot chocolate or are you just going to hit the road?" Of course, he said he just needed to head home, but we were both tired and...ugh. I was pretty disheartened by it all, so I just went to bed.
Although all night at the dance and stuff, that kid Lucas from D&D sent me text messages offering to be my date and keep me company if I got bored and the like.
Grrrr. I still really, really like Stephen, but them's the breaks, aye?
So I planned on being out of bed by seven this morning to get grocery shopping done and get into the office, do a couple of hours' work, come back to my flat, watch too much Angel for my own good, and make lace till the sun went down.
Did that happen?
No. I was out of bed, showered, and dressed closer to nine, and then I went shopping for food and supplies. By the time I made it back from shopping, it was noon, so I unloaded my gear, had the last of my leftover stew, and made it into the office by two.
Jen and I met with the Boss and we talked strategy, how we could win, all the ways we could lose, and what would happen if we won (hell for our client) or if we lose (eviction; does our client have a place to stay?). By the time we were done strategizing, it was half past five. So we moseyed on down to our client's and attempted to have a conversation while his baby girl cried and his sister and her boyfriend tried to give us legal advice. (It was so, so hard trying to keep a civil tongue in my head while her boyfriend was there, because Jen and I had seen on video where he was beating the living daylights out of our client's sister.) We got information, I prepped our client for testifying on Monday, and then we left.
It was nearly seven by the time we got back to the clinic, and we had a whole load of work to do. We had to sort through six months of paperwork, write some examinations, and then prep pleadings for a different client entirely. We did order in some Jimmy Johns and practically ambushed the delivery boy for food. He was in such a hurry he almost walked off with the bag of food, and I nearly jumped him. Still, there was a lot of sorting, talking, considering, plotting.
Best parts of my Saturday: listening to our client call us his lawyers. Seriously. It's like we were real lawyers and not just law students, and I felt...like a real lawyer. It was cool. Also, my soul-sister BenTen buzzed in on Skype, and Jen "met" her, and we talked and laughed. It was...a late night at the office. We worked long, and we worked hard, but it was ridiculous. How long we worked. We both thought it would only be a couple of hours and then we could go home, but...no. We have to be at school at seven Monday morning to prep, and I'm going to wear one of my nicest suits, and...we felt like real lawyers. Though we were confused about some things and sent a long, detailed, questioning email to the boss.
Writing the pleading after that was nothing.
I had a soda and chocolate, but man, I'm still tired.
So this is what being a lawyer is like.
Time for some lace.
And then bed.
