Frequent Citations

The Surreality Show

I don't watch television, but I am glad the Surreality Show of the last year is finally over.

Watching the horrors unfold, sometimes from the middle of the action and sometimes from a safer distance, I was constantly appalled by the insanity of it all. It was Kafkaesque to the nth degree, with lots of Orwellian overtones.

At least, at last, justice triumphed in the end. But not really, because there's no repairing the damage done to psyches, there's no uncrying the tears. You can't wipe away the memories or disappear the fear. It was blunt force trauma to JP and LL, and all who cared for them. It still, as it should, infuriates me every time I think about it. How much worse for them? Plenty.

I have a strong streak of the fatalist in me. Call it karma or what you will, I think life's highs and lows tend to roughly balance each other out, and I think the evils that we do come back to bite us in the butt. Were I the malignant nincompoop who started this ball of misery rolling, I would not be sleeping well. I would be lying awake and sweating and wondering when the sword will fall, when I'll be turned into a cockroach.

A malignant nincompoop of a cockroach.

One JD Degree: Check.

Not until I held the card with my name and line number did I believe--truly believe--that I was getting my degree.

But I did!

There I am with my snazzy outfit and some friends. Pretty cool hood, huh?

We dug out TFL's hood for comparison. Mine is bigger. But yeah, his is very pretty.

But my hat is totally awesome, no?

Pomp, circumstance, a zillion pictures, and lots of friends and family -- and a hood, and a diploma. (PBB's diploma is much much prettier but I had the better hat.) So there we go. Three years, endless blood sweat and tears, and a lot of laughter later, and I'm a JD. Heh.

Ending On A High Note, Esteemed Dean?

It had to happen.

The night before graduation, one last snide email from Herself.

Maybe I'm crazy, but I think telling people they should wear dark clothing because the maroon robes will bleed would be a more helpful tip a little earlier. Similarly, it's hard to see what good it does to tell people that accommodations are available--if you requested them several weeks ago.

Ah. Gee. Thanks.

So now I have two outfits, depending on how likely it is to rain: the adorable rose silk dress with the smashing ivory sandals to go with it--all festive and summery--or the (also cute, but it's just not the same) black sleeveless cotton number, shoes TBA. It's a toss-up between the quirky flats (they have ribbons, and sparkles, and the toes turn up--yes! You are jealous.) and the simple strappy black sandals.

I don't know how I'm doing my hair. I haven't picked out earrings. It's stinking hot. It's Friday the 13th, which my beloved grandmother always insisted was her lucky day.

Herself can take her email and go have a lovely day. I'm going to graduate. In a very very cute hat.

Class? What Class?

Had I known I was going to get credit for the blasted thing, I could have dropped Habeas! And trust  me, that would have been a smart decision.

I was checking grades (because the masochism never ends) and there was a decent grade up but I didn't recognize the course number. Hmm. So I googled it, and discovered it's an independent study.

Uh?

So then I went and checked my course schedule for the spring (which is on a different page from the grades, which only gives course numbers but not names or anything, could they make it more complicated?) and there it was. It turns out I had an independent study with the Famous Prof who nearly handed me my head. And thereby I got credit for the Economonster.

Interesting. I guess. Wish I had known, or something. And yes, I had checked my course schedule earlier in the quarter and it didn't show up then.

In other news: totally and woefully behind in the bar class, have double sessions scheduled for the weekend and all next week to catch up on the classes missed because I was still in school. Oh quarter system, how cruel you are.

In better other news: I have a dress for graduation.

It Is Worth Repeating

But I didn't intend to post that last exam post 5 times.

Thank goodness I didn't have to take the last exam 5 times!

Getting over exam anxiety was clearly one of the things I did not manage to accomplish in law school. My mind was running around in frantic circles for the first 45 minutes before settling into an exhausted fog. Oh well--I'm pretty sure I am ethical and can fake professional even if I can't show either on a 2 hour exam.

One little paper to knock out, over which I am not able to work up any stress at all, and I will be Done Done Done.

Pretty nifty.

Last Exam

It seems fitting my last exam is Legal Profession.

Nope, not ready.

Why w

Used Up Brain

I keep trying to study for my last exam, and it keeps not happening. It probably doesn't help that I couldn't sleep last night even though I was so tired I was incoherent. Habeas took every last bit of mental wherewithall I had though, I think, and nothing's regenerated yet.

I even opened up the bar exam stuff for the first time today and that scared me silly. So you would think that I'd be motivated to study fast for Legal Profession and move on to bar review materials. And I would be, but motivation is one thing and follow-through another, apparently.

We listed the flat last night, so it's officially for sale (only a few months late).

I have a list of 20 urgent things that need to be done yesterday or preferably last week.

Ok, I'm going to try again to study for tomorrow. Maybe I'll get more caffeine first.

Up Next: Ethics

Habeas is done. I have never before relied so heavily on an outline, but I put down some kind of answer for every question and that pretty much guarantees a passing grade. Not a pretty grade, but a passing one.

So now I start reading Legal Ethics. From the beginning, because I haven't read for that class all quarter. I've looked at the rules, but that's about it. Blame Habeas and Evidence and the Economonster--that's my plan.

And I have a paper to write, but only 10-12 pages. That won't be horrible. And bar classes. But yeah, I think the worst is over. Huh.

The Answer Is No

That is the extent of my habeas corpus knowledge. The exam is tomorrow. Woe, oh woe.

Evidence Outline

Done, if you don't look too closely at the extremely haphazard last few sections.

It only took 7 hours longer than it was supposed to, meaning I didn't even crack open my habeas corpus outline yesterday.

Ouch.

Evidence exam tomorrow, habeas Wednesday, legal profession Friday, paper (yes, one MORE paper) some time next week because the prof was merciful and didn't demand it by the deadline.

[Insert paean to almost being done here, to be written when I'm feeling it a bit more.]