Law School Student’s Minds are Scary Places Is this thinking like a law school student? So, classes have started. It has already been a roller coaster ride. Being inside my head is a strange, wonderful and sometimes frightening place. Over the course of the last 2.5 days I’ve had the following thoughts either in class or between classes. Of course, everything is really between classes these days, isn’t it? I hate people. What...
The weekend is almost here! It has been a busy week, and will be a busy weekend, as always, I suspect. I am beginning to feel behind at school, even though I technically am not. This is maybe the point at which I realize that I am reading and paying attention in class, but haven’t had any time to consciously absorb anything. I’m just treading water, but not really learning to swim. It is this way every semester, I suspect, for most...
Time for S’more Family Fun! I love that summer means time for backyard family fun. Last weekend we camped out in our backyard – got out the big tent, air mattresses, sleeping bags, barbecued hot dogs, and later roasted marshmallows. What’s a roasted marshmallow without chocolate and graham crackers, right? Yes, we made s’mores! This shows me helping the Boy learn to roast marshmallows, and Baby Girl’s first ever...
Realization – the stark contrast between my law school gear and my summer gear. I was walking to my car yesterday, enjoying the sunshine and wondering what to make for dinner when I realized how bogged down I was NOT. I had a small messenger-style bag slung across my body. It had my empty lunch bag, wallet, cell phone, a few files with my resume and networking contact info and other minor essentials in it. It was light weight! During the...
*whew* That is a small, tentative sigh of relief. Remember me mentioning that I might lose my job due to a reorganization? I was told yesterday that my position is remaining and my co-worker is being laid off. We are in a union. We are in the same classification. He has been around longer and could possibly bump me, not necessarily knowing it is me. My position is still being classified as .80, which is what I want, and my co-worker wants full...