Frequent Citations

Firm Reception Shoe Dilemma

There's (yet another) firm reception this evening. In the middle of this pleasant warm spell we're having. Must we wear hose?

And furthermore, sedate pumps (ok, semi-sedate) or strappy high-heeled sandals? It is summer, after all.

Sigh.

Gmail, What Did I Ever Do To You That You Should Treat Me This Way?

I was sending out emails like mad today and wondering why people who normally respond within seconds were not responding at all.

A few emails trickled in, but mostly I was sad and lonely. However, I took myself off to celebrate with Kristine (early but, it turned out, appropriately!!) and then went to the movie with some other friends. Lo! When I came home, there were dozens of emails awaiting me!

What gives, Gmail? Why are you letting me down this way? You let through just enough so that I think you're still functioning properly and I am merely unloved, and then blast me with the rest of the day's worth all at once. I am not amused! Repent and reform your evil ways!

Dissipation: My Goal This Week

This week my social calendar is booked solid. Nearly over-booked, in fact. Lunches here and there, dinners and drinks and all sorts of fun. It's getting hard to squeeze in work.

Tonight the movie in the park is High Noon, one of my favorites. I kept thinking it had Gregory Peck in it, but it's Gary Cooper. Can't complain about that! He won an Oscar for it too. Plus, I love Grace Kelly movies.

In other news: it's still oppressively hot, my head is aching from too much firm research, and the lake was beautiful as I walked Dogness along it this morning. Also, I did not lose my credit card. I had given it to Boy so he could gas up the car before the trip, and he failed to return it. However, he assures me he has not been charging up a storm on it either.

Making Law Review

Some of you figured out that this was my good news last Friday: I made Law Review.

*dancing around the room singing a happy little song to myself*

The list came out today, official and everything. Sure enough, there's my name. I keep double-checking to see if some mistake has been made. But no, there I am amongst the sure bets and the quirky surprises. There were a few names I was a bit surprised not to see, too, but over all I think it's going to be a great group.

My heart does go out to some of the people who didn't make it. As much as I was convinced I wouldn't, I would still have been crushed. And truly, how much difference was there between competition entries? Did I spot one more misplaced comma? I know some incredibly fine law students who aren't on the little list. I wish them the best of luck with their Comment, if they try to get on that way.

So what does Law Review mean?

Lots of shocked giggling until I get used to the idea. So dignified, don't you think? It will probably encourage firms to overlook my decrepitude and make it easier to land a job. Therefore, OCI might not be the complete misery I've been expecting. That's the good news -- improved job opportunities.

The bad news: if you thought I was busy last year, it was nothing. Ye gods, we already have assignments. And it means I won't be able to keep my current job past the summer, or not in more than a vestigal way. That's a pity, because the project won't be done and I do not do well at "letting go."

However, even I, Miss Doom and Gloom of the Universe, am having a hard time doing anything but grinning bashfully and basking in the happy glow of success. Memories of how I felt after my last exam are still vivid. But now I'm just grateful that I am a masochist.

Good News Comes In Threes

I got three great pieces of news this week, and I think the best of the three came today.

I am a happy, happy camper.

Also about to be a lonely camper, since the guys are heading out for the college tour tomorrow.

Rushing To Wait

I was rushing to work -- for once I wanted to drive and due to the insane parking situation, the only way I'll get a parking spot is if I get here by crack of dawn (otherwise known as 7:15). And I was running late, mostly because Boy hadn't put the keys back in the bowl. Naturally, he had parked blocks and blocks away, by this very funky intersection with randomly placed stop signs.

The stopsigns are two in number, and set up so that it looks as though this direction and that one have to stop, but it's a through-street from the other direction. I told you, it's funky.

I innocently drive along, stopping fully at the next four stop signs, when I get pulled over. The cop didn't tell me why she pulled me over, told me not to get out of the car (did you see me trying? No, I didn't think so!), and took for-darn-ever. By the time she came back, I had definitely missed the window of parking spot availability.

She told me I had run a stop sign. I gave her a blank look. "What stop sign?"

"The one at the intersection way back there."

"You mean, the one where there isn't a stop sign in the direction I was coming from?"

So I think this might be the time when I fight the ticket. Even if I lose, maybe they'll straighten out that intersection. Yes, as a matter of fact, I do enjoy tilting at windmills.

Anyway, I turned the corner, slammed into a parking spot a block from my house, and just barely caught the bus. Therefore I at least got to work early enough to get an email from my boss saying he loved what I had done, and could I please do five impossible things before breakfast, and how about lunch? Tonight: happy hour! Whoot!!

A Total Coincidence, I'm Sure

Happy Hour is Thursday after work, at the Pub. Friday morning, people stroll in late if at all. I, however, have an excellent excuse: I was waiting for my Peapod delivery. And since I can work at home (sometimes), I was actually at work by about 7:30 this morning. Yech.

Resumes And Research

I met with one of the OCS (Office of Career Services) people. She was great! She gave solid advice on the resume, and clear directions for how to research firms and what to look for. Some of it I already knew, but it was good to have it all put in one package and tied with a bow. Also, she gave me some tips on organizing all the info I get.

One of these days I'm going to have to figure out what kind of law I want to do. Narrowing it down to litigation or transactional would be a start, I suppose. But the OCS lady even told me how to say "I haven't a clue what kind of law I want to practice" without actually saying that. It's all in how you spin it. The same goes for how I talk about my summer job -- very carefully!

Things to do:

1. Brush up ye olde resume and post it for potential employers.
2. Research firms to figure out where I want to interview.
3. Decide which firms are my top choices.
4. Talk to alums or friends at those firms.
5. Lose 5-10 pounds. I'm thinking this cinnamon scone is not such a good idea.

And Now For The Next Wait

Finally finally finally our last grade was posted. Now we move on to the next big wait: results of the writing competition. It's bad news if you make it (you'll never see daylight again), and bad news if you don't (so much for the resume padding).

Law school certainly has the hurry-up-and-wait mentality, just like the military.

Earthquake Simulations

I'm back from the Reunion Trip. Everybody made it home safely, the cat was furious that we left her, and Beau needs work on its clutch. Argh.

What with the heat wave and all, air conditioners everywhere are working as hard as the Little Engine That Could. It's lovely to have air conditioners, really, but not so lovely when you work below one that shakes the whole building when it's running. It feels as though I've been in a low-level earthquake all day. I'm getting motion sickness.