The Wall – Law School Semester Blues Every law school semester is not created equal. Heck, week to week varies, but certain things are predictable. After class yesterday a friend mentioned to me that she seems to have hit that point in the semester where everything stops making sense and the amount of information to learn seems overwhelming. I haven’t hit that wall yet, but know it will come. It always does. Maybe it’s not a...
I know I have some first years reading this blog. I don’t know if you will find this reassuring, or not, but probably. Last night during class I totally felt like I was somewhere in my first year again. I could barely track the conversation, the case I’d read only barely resembled the one the prof. was talking about, and I was so tired I really just wanted to go to sleep. Yup – sounds like first year alright! Fortunately, it...
Thoughts of Lawyering and Mommying Work life balance is something we all struggle with – and I think I have just discovered a new facet of this struggle: professional and emotional balance. Partner and I went to an awards ceremony at a drag show cabaret/bar last night. I was the recipient of one of their several generous scholarships. It was a warm, wonderful crowd. The people that much of society looks at as freaks do so much wonderful...
Wow! The less I am around home, the harder it is to be there sometimes. Isn’t that odd? I miss spending time with my kids and partner, but the less I am there, the less tolerance I have for the crazy messes – the cars, the little men, the castle parts, the doll house parts, the jigsaw puzzle parts, and the books scattered everywhere. The noise is a bit insane sometimes, especially compared with how quiet work and school are. Then...
Our boy started Kindergarten today. He was so excited and happy this morning. Partner put him on the bus. His bus trip was outstanding. Baby Sister and I met him at the school so we were there when he got off (and so was Partner by then). He was happy, excited – we lined up to go into his classroom, and it all fell apart. He did not want to go inside. We finally got him in….he did not want to stay and did not want us to leave. There...