[Note: This post was actually written over the course of about a week, so if there are any time inconsistencies, then that is why. Also, this post kind of goes all over the place. I had no exact thesis when I started writing it – and it most definitely shows. However, tucked into my emo-rage are quite a few insights into what is going on in my life, in case your were curious. At the very least its a pseudo-stream of thought look into over a week of my life.]
If there was one word that I could use describe my life lately it would be “busy,” – no, not “hectic,” just busy. If there was one word that I could use describe I feel about next [this] week, then that word would most certainly be “apprehensive.” Whatever you call it, things have definitely been revving up here lately.
Part of the recent discouragement I’ve had probably falls on the fact that I had a couple of really boss weekends lately, involving everything from family and sports, to spa time and sports. Once you’ve had a good string of events, the return to normalcy is always a bit of a “bleh,” moment. However, this “bleh” has been compounded by an incredibly sharp increase in the number of things on my mind, which has included everything from 3 days straight of travel planing (and no, not like 1 hour a day, I’m talking like 5-6 hours a day) and then a proverbial deluge of law school related crap. Yes, I say crap, because it’s crap, it’s not “Oh man this is so awesome I love learning, law is fun!” it’s “no wonder lawyers hate their lives” kind of stuff. I’ll address some of it here, but like with many things, a lot of it will remain unwritten simply because I don’t care to devote web-space to it.
But hey, at least the law school has free lunches!
However, let’s backtrack a bit to beer. Ah yes, beloved beer. While last weekend might not have been quite as exciting as some of the prior weekends, it was a weekend, which gives it a few inherent bonuses. A regular of which is beer and our Friday night dinners. For dinner we opted for Qdoba, which foreshadowed a string of Mexican food for yours truly. After dinner at Qdoba, I opted for something from Brooklyn Brewery, since it had been a good bit since I had had any of their brews and as I’ve mentioned before, they are good stuff.
This was my first time having this particular offering in a good while (so much so that I’ve forgotten I’d ever had it), so I was excited to dive into it.
I’ll have to admit, I’m not sure what differentiates an “East IPA” from a “Not-East IPA” or a “West IPA” or a “Southwest IPA” or a “North by Northeast IPA” etc. That said, this was still a good IPA. It was kind of middle of the road, but not in a bad way. It has a very nice orange color to it, beer orange I mean, not orange orange. The aroma is pretty mild, but the flavor is moderately robust. Nothing exceptional, but a solid six pack beer.
With our beer, or rather, prior to our beer, Valentino and I also selected animal crackers for our Friday night treat.
Valentino liked the special edition box, for obvious reasons.
While I normally opt for something a bit more treat-like than animal crackers, I was really feeling graham crackers and milk, but such delicacies cost like 6 freaking dollars at Broadway, so I went with a box of animal crackers. And then the next day at Whole Foods got a small bag of chocolate chip animal crackers, which cumulatively satisfied my desire for graham crackers and milk
After a relatively normal, albeit wholly unproductive weekend, it was time to get back to the salt mine. My level of enthusiasm is accurately expressed in the following photo.
The weather was also decently cooperative, at least to start the week. However, the clear blue skies hid the crap weather that was on the horizon.
After that it got colder, snowed some, sleeted some, iced some, and rained a lot. Oh and the wind, always the wind.
Making all of this worse for Tristen, was that his mortal enemy the neighbor’s “rat” (cat) returned.
If you look closely you can see the cat in the window. There actually used to be two cats, but we are pretty sure Tristen killed one. We actually thought he killed everyone in the apartment until just this week. Tristen despises the rats. However, since his last foray into the neighbor’s building (and the months of silence from that apartment that followed) we don’t let him wander over there anymore. So, being the industrious dinosaur he is, he started trying to train Pigsten to crawl through the pipes into the other building, fortunately Pig wasn’t having it.
Outside of the home chaos caused by the return of the rat, my law school enjoyment also degraded over the course of the week.
It all started with the first subcite for ELR. I haven’t complained about ELR enough lately, so its time to complain about that, in addition to complaining about everything else.
The most recent update I can give on ELR is that I don’t really fit into the social culture of the journal (or really the school at large). By this I don’t mean that I can’t get along with people, by and large ELR people are some of my favorite people at the law school. What I mean is that I am completely ok with being a behind-the-scenes person. I generally don’t like advancing up ranks (especially when I make no money) and I definitely don’t like advancing in rank when the benefit gained is nowhere near the extra time spent (there are exceptions to this, but none of them apply to me). Working on a journal in law school is a very mixed bag.
One the one hand, you get the “benefits” of being on a journal. I can’t quantify these, as I’m not sure what all of them are. For instance, ELR may have been hugely helpful for me behind-the-scenes on my resume, or it could have done jack squat. Then there are all the pedantic and academic benefits, which I seriously couldn’t care less about, therefore – not benefits for me. As a realist, what I’ve learned is that there are, in practicality, four “real tiers” to ELR. While ELR technically has many tiers, most of them mean nothing in the real world outside of their respective “real tier.”
I’ll describe these “real tiers” as I see them, which only makes sense.
- “Shit” Tier – Staff. This includes subciters and those various people who support the journal in a variety of ways, yet aren’t actually editors. While these people are important, in reality if you are listed as “Staff” then no-one gives a shit. The only exception to this (which ironically applied to me) is if you have no background in environmental anything and you want to show an interest to some third party on your resume. But that is all it accomplished, you devote a lot of time and evenings and you display an “interest,” not an “ability.”
- “Babby’s First Journal” Tier – Editors, Technical Editors, Article Editors, Online Editors, Managing Editors. This includes the bulk of the people on ELR, and whats funny is, there is a HUGE discrepancy in the amount of work for people in this tier, yet the rewards remain the same. An Editor (also known as a Line Editor, also known as a “bitch”) will put in a lot more work than a subciter, but FAR, FAR, less work than a Technical Editor or Article Editor. Then, it gets even more complicated, because one Editor may put in substantially more work than the next Editor, despite being the same “rank,” and further, a Managing Editor, which is officially “above” an Article Editor, might put in less work than their official underling. In other words, if you are like Taco, there is no damn reason to put it anything above minimal effort here. Why? Because it doesn’t freaking matter in the real world. What I find really funny, is that Managing Editors are actually only second “officially” to the Editor(s) in Chief, but because no one gives a shit about a “Managing Editor” compared to an “Executive” or “Senior” Editor, they are basically no different than any other normal tier position. Which brings me to:
- “So this Person isn’t Retarded” Tier – Executive Editors, Senior Editors. These are the first positions that I would say actually “pop” out to people. In that, “Oooh, this person is a Senior Editor” or “Yo dawg, this person is an Executive Editor” sounds cool, doesn’t it? While it is true that Executive and Senior Editors do a lot of work, in actuality they aren’t doing much more (if any more at all) than say an Article Editor (below them) and are probably doing less than a Managing Editor (technically above them, but below them in my book) – yet they receive more benefits because people are stupid and these titles sound cool. Unless you are bound for prestigious clerkships or academia, I can see absolutely no reason to be an Executive or Senior Editor for any more than one semester. Which is of course your last semester, that way you can leave it on your resume forever. Guess what I plan to do.
- “Sweet Baby Jesus” Tier – Editor(s) in Chief. This is, for most “penis enlargement” purposes, the only freaking position that matters on the entire journal. It’s better if you don’t share it with a co-EIC because nobody wants half a penis. But really, if there is one position that people are actually looking for on your resume, it’s the EIC. And even then, it’s only a very certain group of people who would be looking for it, most of whom will never be applicable for the majority of law students. I have no idea how much work EICs do, but in reality they are more of a politician for ELR than they are a traditional editor. My vibe is that EICs don’t do a lot of the technical journal work, but instead worrying about our image and running the show.
And keep in mind, these are my views for the best (not just my opinion, its objective) environmental law review in the world. Imagine what its like to be an some unknown school on some semi-official environmental journal, those EICs – despite doing a lot of work, I’m sure – are probably at best “Babby’s First Journal” Tier in comparison to ELR. I realize this sounds arrogant as shit, but it’s not me (I promise) its actually the legal profession as a whole that holds this view.
As a fun fact, I have turned down every position on this list except for EIC, which is an elected position. Why? Because the benefits to me of being anything above an Editor right now are simply not there. I was moving up the chain last semester, but then realized “WOOOOAH this blows” and said, “nope,” and now I’m just an editor again. This has not sat well with certain people. Why? Because of what I said earlier, I don’t fit into the normal social culture here. Most people are slowly killing themselves with a lack of sleep just to have the chance to advance. It’s kind of funny. Meanwhile I’m all like “Can I leave and play video games now?” – I think in some ways it makes people uncomfortable (and maybe even jealous) that I have no desire to “move up.” As such, they try to strong arm me into dong their bidding. This worked last semester, it did not work this semester, and while the new EICs are already attempting to get me to being their slave next Fall, it won’t happen then either. I am perfectly happy with where I am at, which is at the bottom of the top.
In fact, that has kind of been my entire approach to law school (which goes all the way back to an email I sent Meem before even started, entitled “My Law School Manifesto (1L Edition)”). I’ll discuss that Manifesto in the future, but for now, I’ll just say that I am perfectly content where I am, I have no desire to be in the spotlight.
So, really, that huge soapbox all really boils down to “I’m different in that I don’t want to progress upwards at everything.” Which has complicated all aspects of law school life, but journal life especially so. So when it came time for the first subcite, I was already sort of in a disadvantaged position simply because I’d gone against the wishes of “the powers that be.” The result was that I ended up getting dumped with about four-times the work as any other Editor. In fairness this wasn’t all because I had refused to stroke the peens of my superiors, but it also had to do with the fact (yes fact was the word used, but not my word) that I am the most overqualified Line Editor in the entirety of the journal. So, I ended up doing the work of four Editors, which isn’t anywhere near what I had to put in as a Technical Editor, but its still more than I signed on to do. However, if this was meant to be punishment, it didn’t really work, because I turned the work around in less than 24 hours.
But overall, the subcite wasn’t too bad. I’ve found that subcites have gotten increasingly easier for two major reasons. 1. I care less and 2. I am better at doing the work, pretty much exactly in that order. What was funny about the subcite was that we got Chipotle for dinner (ELR pays for dinner, one of the few perks you get as a “Babby” tier or below). What makes this funny is that SB and I had just gotten Chipotle the night before. What makes that funny is that Chipotle has pretty much poisoned 99% of America according to Fox News. Additionally, despite loving Chipotle before we moved to Boston, SB and I hadn’t went a single time since moving here (though I’d had it a few times at the law school, but not within the past year). So, on Sunday we decided to use my free meal coupon I got for Chipotle poisoning other people, which was the first time we’d been since moving here. Then the very next day I get it again. All of this after Qdoba on Friday. Bringing me to 1 Quesadilla and 2 Burritos in the course of 4 days.
Anyways, the one positive thing about the subcite, other than not getting food poisoning, is that I raised holy hell at got it shifted back so that it ended at 9pm. See, when I first started ELR subcites always ended at 9pm. However, each semester they kept creeping back, to the point where last semester I wasn’t getting home until 11:30pm and there were talks of Saturday subcites.
Uh yeah. No.
So I was a dick, and I got my way. I was home by 9:30pm – keeping in mind that I am Babby tier, by the way. Some people weren’t pleased, I did not care.
Tuesday was pretty normal, I even managed to get some stuff done and not skip Legal Profession, which is becoming increasingly difficult.
Wednesday sucked. Why did Wednesday suck? Well, it started early when I found out that my clinical meeting didn’t even require me to be there – except my supervisor told me that fact once I was in his office, so I’d came to school 3 hours early for no reason. Oh well, at least there is a talk with Cheesecake Factory for lunch! NOPE. Go there, and no one shows up. I waited 15 minutes past the time it was supposed to start and was one of only a handful of people left (the room had been full up until about 5 minutes past the start time, then people vacated fairly quickly) and no one came. The biggest issue with that was that I had planned my 10 hour law school day around getting lunch, so I hadn’t packed enough food. As an aside the host of the event – a Vault 20 firm – can eat my ass, I hope I get to sue you someday.
However, after my initial rage, I did manage to sneak into an event about some Texas law firm, where I found scraps of BBQ and cornbread to eat out of a napkin since all the plates were gone. So yeah, uh, go Texas, keep oppressing women and minorities and all the other things you do so well, yeah.
So I did avoid spending money on lunch out, something I loathe doing since 99.99% of my meals are made at home.
No sooner than I had settled into my two hours of dementia-inducing Administrative Law than I got an email from my clinical supervisor that was all like “YO TACO, WOO MAN, U GOIN 2 DA BOSTON CITY HALL AT 9AM NEXT WED-DAY, HOPE DAT WOIKS – BUT IF IT DOESNT EAT SHIT, UR GOIN, OH AND YEAH I NO U CANT EAT DAT DAY DUE TO GOIN 2 DA HOSPITAL ON THUR-DAY, BUT LOL FUK U”
Believe it or not that is copy-pasted straight from the email.
I’m sure you’re probably wondering what the not eating and hospital stuff is about, I’ll explain that latter.
Aside from getting rained on, the rest of my Wednesday was fairly normal and Animal Law is always interesting, even though I sometimes want to sacrifice animals in front of the more extreme people in that class, and by animals I mean people, and by people I mean them.
Wednesday night brought strong storms and winds of up to 70mph to area – there was quite a bit of damage including a few crushed cars (trees) and damaged houses (also trees) but we didn’t have any issues in our immediate area, thankfully. Truth be told we slept through most of it, save for some of the periods of more intense thunder – our old brick building masks wind pretty well.
Thursday started with another email from my clinical instructor, this time at about 7am saying “HEY, I HERD U LIKE DOING WORK WITH NO PURPOSE SO I PUT NON-EXISTENT BRIEF INSIDE UR NON-EXISTENT BRIEF SO CAN WASTE UR LIFE WHILE UR WASTE UR LIFE” (also a copy-paste) which meant that I had to do yet another draft on an assignment, keeping in mind that said assignment is probably entirely pointless now and that I’ve already moved on to another client (that 9am meeting that was forthcoming). So that destroyed my plans for the day – which mostly involved dealing with Administrative Law (and its unusually irritated professor) as well as trying to get ahead for the weekend, since I was on-call at the clinic of Friday (entire half day gone), had a fellowship selection committee project for at least half the day Saturday, and now had enough work backlogged that Sunday was a lost cause too since I could not longer get ahead.
However, before I get to Friday, let me briefly discuss some planning I’ve done lately, both retrospectively and some that SB and I got done Thursday night. Basically last week (and thus far this week) was a Binge-to-end-all-Binges when it came to travel planning. I have done extensive travel planning in the past, including more than a few 4am nights – but last week probably took the cake as far as cumulative stress goes.
Basically I realized that there was just way too much outstanding stuff related to travel, so I dove in headfirst and started making (expensive, very expensive) decisions. This ranged from a forthcoming trip with Daryl 1, a forthcoming trip home, a summer in Montana, a trip way northward, and little bits of another northward trip – though far less northward. It also concerned brainstorming (though not really deciding on) post-graduation stuff, ranging from jobs, to clerkships, to fellowships, to a long trip on a Gyrfalcon. I’m being vague because I’ll talk about all these things in good time. Deal with it.
The point is that I did a lot of planning. In fact, if you created some weird “Percentage Measurement” of how much planning I needed to do, in the course of a week I did about 50% of it, keeping in mind that some of this stuff has been on my plate for months and months.
In fact, things “Revving Up” has pretty much coincided with a huge amount of “Planning” probably because life has forced my hand. In some ways I love planning, all the details, cost benefit analyses. In other ways, I hate it when I have something else to do. I’d probably be an awesome Travel Agent, but I’m not a good planner while also being a law student, for instance. Ok, maybe I’m not a bad planner, I’m a stressed planner. And… I still have a lot to do, even after this last week of planning mania. But on the whole, Thursday marked a big milestone in the HUGE planning explosion that I had experienced. There is more to come, but the biggest, or at least most time-pressed hurdles for the next several months are now behind me (I hope).
Friday-day was mostly by the clinic, for the clinic, with the clinic, and yeah the clinic. Did I mention how a clinic is an unpaid part-time job on top of law school? Yeah? Ok.
The good news is that the weather was really nice.
By nice I mean it was sunny. It was cold and very windy otherwise. By the end of the day it was very cold, but I don’t want to complain too much because at least it wasn’t bitterly cold and raining.
As mentioned, the biggest chunk of the day was spent in the clinic, which amounted to juggling both my primary assignment and on-call assignment, which was kind of stressful. The plus side was that my on-call assignment was actually pretty interesting and dealt with a local issue that could potentially be a really big deal, I can’t say much more than that unfortunately, but it was interesting to write a memo for.
After getting out of the clinic around 5:40 it was time to go down to the square to meet SB for dinner. It was her turn to pick where we ate and she had decided on one of our good ole’ standbys, Grendel’s Den. On my way down to the square the temperature was quickly dropping already.
While I generally try to avoid purchasing beer while out unless its a special occasion (due to cost), Grendel’s Den is a hard place to pass on beer because of their half-price Happy Hours on food, which requires a 3$ or more drink purchase to kick in, so basically you can pick French Press coffee, or fancy root beer, or alcohol. So this means we pretty much always get beer when we go to Grendel’s.
I went with a staple:
This beer is made by Boston Beer Company (Samuel Adams) and to my knowledge is only available at Grendel’s Den. I’ve had it many times. This time however, I wasn’t too impressed. I don’t know if it was just a bad batch, too old, or what, but I found myself only giving it a 3.25 out of 5 on Untappd. Since I’ve liked it in the past, I’m just going to have to chalk this one up as a fluke, I’ll still try it again in the future, especially since it’s cheap because its the “house” beer.
SB went with this one and she definitely had the better of the two beers. Tröegs generally doesn’t disappoint, though some of their beers are kind of weird. This Imperial Amber Ale is made with whole flower Nugget hops and added citrus, resin and pine. Definitely worth a try, though sadly Tröegs are generally expensive – maybe even more so than they should be.
For food SB went with her Grendel’s staple, the Sonoma Wrap (Turkey, bacon, sundried tomato-goat cheese, Guacamole, arugula, onion) and I decided to try something new and went with the Grilled Chicken Breast Sandwich with Honey Mustard, which was exactly what it sounded with and honestly wasn’t that special other than that it came on a baguette.
After a nice dinner (with kind of shit service – Grendel’s servers are NOTORIOUSLY slow) we headed back out and GAWD it had gotten BITTERLY cold. That didn’t stop us from heading to Broadway Market though, where we picked up some treats (a piece of orange cream cake for me, and some strawberry rhubarb crisp for SB) and of course even more beer.
Even though I actually didn’t have any more beer that night, I’ll go ahead and talk about it here.
This was one of those “hey, that looks cool!” beers, especially since we’d toured Great Divide in Denver. I decided to go with a single rather than a six pack, and I’m now glad I did. This beer is STRONG. In addition to being 8.7% ABV, its also deceptively dark and intense for an ale. Its one of those beers that does not taste so good on the first drink, but halfway down the bottle it actually gets pretty good. It’s still not something I’d recommend as a six-pack, but as a solo beer it’s a good choice.
This is another one of those times where I disagree with Beer Advocate. I hold German beers to a high standard, and Radeberger did not meet that standard. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a bad beer, by holistic beer standards, but it was a completely non-exceptional German beer. It was like all the standard tropes of a German pilsner rolled into one bottle with no real “pop” to it. That said, because it is kind of “middle ground” for a German pilsner, it makes for a good six-pack beer, especially at only 4.8% ABV – which is quite weak for a German beer.
Another funny thing about this beer was that I got a very “mixed” pack from Broadway. While it was all the same beer, my six-pack was clearly the victim of a bunch of singles over the course of God knows how long. The result was that I ended up with three different bottle styles of the exact same beer.
I actually kind of enjoyed that, and fortunately none of them were so old that they had skunked. Or maybe the entire pack was skunked and thus my lukewarm reaction to it. Nah, I can taste skunked beer, and this wasn’t it, this was just mediocre beer.
But all in all, it was a good, albeit extremely cold, Friday evening – we even made it home in time to catch the end of Jeopardy, which is always a plus.
Saturday was eventful, at least as far as my regular Saturdays go. It contained all the normal stuff, running my weekly 5K, grocery shopping, etc. We even got Starbucks (big surprise!) including two things we had never had before, their smoked butterscotch and cinnamon dolce lattes.
But the big event of the day was going to the law school for about four hours. Yes, generally speaking Saturday and “going to the law school” are two things which do not compute for me. In fact I have a pretty good track record of not going to the law school on weekends, regardless of consequences. However, this was a bit different, namely because it was something I actually signed up to do.
I was part of a public service award selection committee. Now, mind you, I did not get the award, I was just on the committee to select three finalists for the student body at large to vote on. Of course even just being on the committee is a fairly competitive process, spots are limited and you have to apply for it with a series of essays. Looking back, I have no idea what drove me to actually take the time to apply, other than that I thought it sounded like it might be a cool experience. I think I applied for it back in January.
Anyways, that took up the bulk of my Saturday. It was fairly informal, but still structured. While it was interesting and they did provide dinner (sadly pizza), by the end of it I was totally ready to be done. We got down to that point where a few people just kept dragging it on and on. However, in the end I actually got 2 of “my” people nominated, though sadly I couldn’t carry the third. At the very least it was a nice way to meet some new people, learn about some interesting public service students and alumni, and help be a part of the public interest community here. The ultimate winner of the award gets recognition (duh), the chance to do a real TED Talk (actual TED Talk, not a fake one), a weeny financial award for some PI project, and yeah really recognition for e-peen leveling up. After we were done with the process we went over to one of the committee chair’s apartment where we had some AMAZING basil margaritas. It was the first time this year I’d gone over to someone’s house, and the first time in law school I’d gone over to someone’s house and drank liquor. Which is kind of insane when you think about the prevalence of alcoholism in law school (but at the risk of being too pompous – its mainly because I just want beer and I don’t like talking to people, so I don’t go out drinking).
Sunday was much more mundane, which is just how I like it. I had to finish up a portion of a clinical assignment, but that didn’t take as long as I had anticipated, so I also finished a game I’d been working on a for a couple of weeks. The big story of Sunday was that I had to start a special diet for an upcoming medical procedure, but I’ll talk about that more next post. I watched a bit of the Academy Awards (Tristen was pleased with Mad Max getting 6 Oscars) but those go really late, so I didn’t catch the end of them – at least not on TV, I ended up having a lot of trouble falling asleep on Sunday, so I found out the end results via my phone anyways.
While it was a decent weekend on the whole, it was a bit too consumed by law school stuff (Friday + Saturday) and so I’m kind of hoping that next weekend will be a bit less law school focused, though I have this rising suspicion that my clinic work is going to ramp up this week due to meeting a new client – which always kind of sucks from the “amount of work I have to do” standpoint, even if the work is interesting.
Monday started normal enough, aside from being Leap Day that is. As mentioned, I hadn’t slept well so I was pretty groggy. I decided to do some Yoga (in addition to my M, W, F run) rather than one of my usual exercise routines, namely because I’ve been trying to incorporate more Yoga into my schedule since I have plenty of cardio and lifting heavy things. After that I took in some Nitro Brew Coffee from Stumptown, which jived me up, but in the wrong ways. Rather than becoming productive I went into full-on procrastination mode and descended into internet hell where I read about everything from fictional “creepypasta” stories about nuclear fallout, to insurance claims. It was a glorious waste of time. Soon enough my first class of the day rolled around. There was actually a few cool lunch events on campus, but I didn’t go because I can’t eat normal people food at the moment. While I am generally not too stressed about my State AG class, it took a real turn for the homosex recently, in that they modified the syllabus for the fifth f*cking time (which is actually a running theme this semester, because in law school there is no such thing as a professor who actually cares about you), and added in a HUGE group project. We were getting our assigned roles on Monday and we had to meet as a group before next week’s class, something which was not going to be easy given my schedule for the rest of the week (and my aforementioned fury at going to the law school on weekends). However, in fairness, we ended up almost collectively deciding to just meet before class next week to discuss what we needed do. We of course had that person who was convinced that an hour wasn’t enough time, but in the end they got trumped by everyone and lost – rightfully so, it’s not even a freaking graded assignment.
After the State AG class it was on to Legal Profession, which is just a god awful class. I am so glad I’m getting it out of the way now, but holy hell, it’s just horrible. Our professor is a douche who goes into juvenile temper tantrums when people enter the room late, but more than that, its just a horribly boring class and he has made sure that it’s even more hellish because we can’t use laptops. So you have to sit there for 90 minutes each day and try to come up with reasons as to why you chose this life for yourself. On a more personal level, I can’t stand the damn class because half the time its just stupid opinions, and on that note, there is a group of girls in front of me who really just need to cease to exist – I’ll leave the level of violence for that cessation unwritten. It’s like they are stuck in Jr. High, they constantly talk in class (yet somehow never draw the professor’s ire – despite him going ballistic over a people coming in 20 seconds past the start of class) and not only do they talk, they go full on “Mean Girls” and just talk shit about people. It’s so bad, that even if they can’t talk for whatever reason, they write notes to each other and pass them around (not even lying, though I wish I was). Due to where I sit I can easily read these notes, and 99.9% of the time, it’s just making fun of people. Then when the time comes for them to answer questions, Jesus H. Christ, I think getting ran over my a locomotive would be a more pleasurable way to spend my afternoon, especially because they all have that (real or fake, I dunno) Vallay-gurl vocal fry and generally make comments that at best have no relationship to the topic, and at worst just have to have been stolen from some canned 90s movie about teen angst. And if it wasn’t obvious, they are all totally BFFs and are inseparable. I kind of wonder if you cut one’s head off if the others will die. They serve as proof that money can indeed still buy entry to the Ivy League.
Anyways, my clear disdain for Legal Profession aside, my Monday was pretty normal otherwise. It was also 63 degrees at one point today, so I can’t complain too much. Also, I did have a check from a class action settlement waiting for me at home, so that was nice. And before you start calling me for money, it was for $4.25.
Tuesday, which is now the present day (see the note at the top of this post, some 6 million words ago) was split between being decently productive and procrastinating for hours on end. My morning had been set aside for a lot of clinic work, of which I did zero. No real excuse, other than that I didn’t want to do it. I did turn things around eventually though, and got through what I needed to – it just so happened that I did almost all of it while in Legal Profession, but hey, at least I didn’t skip it. Of course I did leave early to go meet SB. However, in my defense I was exercising my Nineteenth Amendment right.
Thinking back, I think this was the first time I have ever voted in a Primary in my life. It’s not the first time I’ve voted by any means, but I’m pretty sure I never voted in a Primary before. I was also the Boys’ first time voting as well.
After getting back home (it was getting chilly again!) SB realized that it was National Pig Day! So, we decided to get some coffee in celebration of both fulfilling our civic duty and also being a Pig.
And that pretty much brings us up to this very moment. I do believe that this was, chronologically, the longest I’ve ever taken to write a blog post. Anyways, it will be dinner time soon, yay! And then after that it’s going to be getting some stuff ready for my super early morning and client meeting tomorrow, as well as not being able to eat. If its not obvious from the recurrent theme in this post, I am not looking forward to tomorrow (or Thursday). But, for now, time to enjoy the rest of the evening and also a beer. 🙂
Until next time,