The next person who tells me “it’s Iowa, get used to it” is going to get punched in the face. This winter has been particularly terrible, and I will NOT get used to it.
Now we’ve got six inches of snow on top of the ice. And what was forecast? A dusting.
I told you, Mother Nature is a jerk.
In her efforts to completely annoy me and make a mockery of my decision to heed (now known to be incorrect) doomsday warnings of more ice and snow today and tomorrow, Mother Nature has decided to make the sun shine today.
Today, when I am back in the city at the apartment having gone home to unpack and repack on Thursday. Today, when I could be snuggled on the couch with the hubby and homework. Today, when it’s too late to go home because I just have to come back tomorrow.
Mother Nature is a jerk.
Today I bought a Keel’s Simple Diary in yellow. I flipped through one awhile ago and thought it looked interesting, and for a person whose life is less than interesting most of the time, a perfect way to still think about things and write something. Besides, Mr. Keel had me hooked when the first page I flipped to had a fill in the blank question that said: “Luckily, you will never learn how to: _________________.” And then the next page I saw had a multiple-choice question that said “It takes courage (a) to show real sympathy. (b) to return a T-bone steak.”
So in an effort to do just that, I’ve decided to start using the diary as an inspiration for blogging as well.
I can’t wait to get started!
Suddenly thinking about where I am going to work after graduation has turned into a big decision. I’m not going to go into any details right now, but suffice it to say that what wasn’t a big deal before has ballooned into a decision that will most likely decide where I will practice for a long time (quite possibly forever), where Ryan will work, where we will buy our ‘forever’ house, and where our kids will someday be raised. What was once open and possibly short-term has turned into potentially permanent.
I have a lot of thinking to do. Pro and con lists will be involved, and I need to talk it through with my husband, career services and my advisor. Several other opinions wouldn’t hurt. In this economy, I can’t really afford to be indecisive. I will need to look for other work if I decide this isn’t the best thing, or go ahead and commit to this and be done with it.
Who said having a job offer isn’t stressful?
Hm. Yep. I did throw up a little in my mouth.
All I’m saying is that if she ever becomes President, or within shooting distance of President, I’m probably moving to Canada. Or Peru.
Seriously.
It’s icy and frosty and windy. It’s beautiful outside, and I don’t get to bundle up and take photos of it all.
Because last night I seriously sprained my ankle in the parking lot after work. I managed to somehow roll it twice, in two different ways. Perfection, let me tell you. We have a horrible storm that will last three or four days and result in inches and inches of snow of possibly inches of ice…and I can hardly hobble from the couch to the bathroom.
*sigh*
Thankfully some nice young guys stopped and helped me get up. I somehow managed to drive home – even though it was my right ankle. Luckily my hubby took care of me last night and helped me keep it elevated and iced. He went to work today, but he’s getting me an ace bandage at the store and will be coming home to take care of me some more.
It’s the little things, right? *small smile*
Can you keep a secret, internet?
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No? That’s okay, I guess.
Anyway, I ordered the first three Twilight books on Amazon.
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What?
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They were four bucks a pop.
And I wanted to see what the fuss was all about, okay?
Every time it comes time for finals, I forget just how terrible it is.
Maybe it’s the optimist in me, but I start out the two week period with an attitude of “this-won’t-be-so-bad-I’ll-just-study-and-get-it-over-with-and-be-done-and-then-I-get-a-break.” By the end of the two week period, I am banging my head against the wall that suddenly sprang up in my path, wishing to do something – anything – other than study for one more minute. It’s the inevitable consequence of waiting until finals time to do much in the way of finals prep. You reach that point where you essentially break. I spent that evening playing Bejeweled Blitz and watching The Office on DVD. I was able to get a lot of work done the next day, but I felt guilty and somehow less prepared than I should have been when it came time to take that exam. Even so, I still made it through and didn’t completely blank on the test.
I guess my point is that finals are done – I survived another round of three page hypotheticals and ridiculously impossible multiple choice questions. I knocked Con Law II, Conflicts of Law, Legislation, Family Law and Evidence off my list of classes. I am halfway through my law school career. And I still haven’t learned the lesson that finals time is a marathon, not a sprint. No one can full-out sprint for two weeks. The funny thing is that no matter how rational I feel right now looking back, I know that come next semester, I will save my outlining for finals time. I will have CALI exercises to do, and papers to write. I do budget my time fairly well throughout the semester, but there are only 24 hours in a day and 7 days in a week. And contrary to popular belief, I do not like to spend all of my time holed up in the law library basement or in my room at the apartment studying.
The light at the end of the tunnel in all of this is that next semester, I will only have two finals. When everyone else is stressing for another full week, I will be done. Most likely sleeping on my couch, watching Gilmore Girls on DVD and eating homecooked food. Remind me of that when I complain about hitting the wall next semester, okay?
That time when law students suddenly become hyper-studious, as though they weren’t studious enough before. That time when I have dreams about the different hearsay exceptions and the First Restatement approach to conflicts of laws. That time when my right hand feels as though it is going to fall off after six solid hours of making flashcards for evidence. That time when I survive on Subway, Hot Pockets, and Diet Coke.
It’s finals time.
Frankly, I can’t wait until it’s over. I’m not looking forward to the sheer amount of studying and work I have to do over the next two and a half weeks, but I AM looking forward to reading for fun and working at the law firm, and taking a trip for the new year.
I feel oddly calm about finals, which is scaring me a little. I’m not really ready for four out of the five, but I know I’ll survive. I suppose the calmness stems from the fact that I know what exams are like and there is no reason to be afraid. I’m just going to go in and do my best — and that’s all I can do. Period.
Bring it on.
It’s not even really writer’s block. Generally you have to want to write something or need to write something to get to a point where you consider yourself to have writer’s block.
This lack of interest is more of a case of the blahs. I still want to keep my blog. I just…don’t feel like writing right now. I’m not going to say I’m on a break (because then I’ll have 8500 topics suddenly come to me in a burning swirl of desire to write). I’m just going to be sort of slow at posting, for now.
Too much to do and not enough time to do it, I suppose.
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