I passed the bar exam! And I have a job! With my brain and this economy, that makes two miracles (possibly three?).
But don't start bombarding me with legal questions just yet. First of all, I am still an idiot, and (B) I am not even a lawyer idiot, yet. But, in a few weeks, I will be sworn in by the bar commissioners and sworn at by everyone else.
And don't start bombarding me with lawyer jokes, either. I don't get them. Like: "Q. Did you hear about the lawyer hurt in an accident? A. An ambulance stopped suddenly." Nothing to laugh about there.
No ambulance chasing for me. I will be working for an Insurance Defense litigation firm in Salt Lake City. It's a small firm (I will be lawyer number 9) with a family centered attitude. And great people. Especially the partners. Really great partners. Kind, generous, kind partners. Handsome, too.
Elizabeth is happy that I am making money, now. Plus, I'm not as grumpy as I was in law school and when I was studying for the bar.
Elizabeth bought an air freshener for our car. The car smells better, now.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Every Excrutiating Minute
Well, I did, in fact, graduate from law school. I have a certificate to prove it. Truthfully, I was a bit surprised when it arrived in the mail. Cognitively, I expected it; realistically, I thought I was caught in a hell of textbooks and Socratic teaching. But, I am done. done. done. done. with law school.
Unfortunately, the brimstone that is the bar exam still tortures my nostrils. Apparently, there is a separate hell of bar prep materials that surpasses law school hell in intensity, if not duration. The bar exam is in the end of July. In the mean time, I get to memorize the whole law. And the golden rule apparently doesn't cover it.
Elizabeth is happy.
My dog got sick one day and threw up in the back seat of our car. I cleaned and cleaned, but the car now stinks. Incredible!
Unfortunately, the brimstone that is the bar exam still tortures my nostrils. Apparently, there is a separate hell of bar prep materials that surpasses law school hell in intensity, if not duration. The bar exam is in the end of July. In the mean time, I get to memorize the whole law. And the golden rule apparently doesn't cover it.
Elizabeth is happy.
My dog got sick one day and threw up in the back seat of our car. I cleaned and cleaned, but the car now stinks. Incredible!
Sunday, March 22, 2009
40 Days = 57600 Minutes
That magic number is my countdown to graduation. I have only four weeks of serious school left. I hope I never get it in my head to go back, either. I am so over it.
Elizabeth and I spent pretty much the whole weekend home. No work. No school. No errands. It was delightful. I actually pulled some weeds out of the flower garden, planted some herbs in pots, and hung some pictures on the walls. Productivity is good.
I bought an Iron Gym at Target for about $20. When I first tried to use it to do pull ups, I could only manage three. I was a sad slouch. A fat, lazy bag of skin. But I had determination. In just two-and-a-half weeks, I was able to do nine pullups in a row, without Elizabeth boosting me up. I am just a little bit proud of that.
The car still makes smelly noises.
Elizabeth and I spent pretty much the whole weekend home. No work. No school. No errands. It was delightful. I actually pulled some weeds out of the flower garden, planted some herbs in pots, and hung some pictures on the walls. Productivity is good.
I bought an Iron Gym at Target for about $20. When I first tried to use it to do pull ups, I could only manage three. I was a sad slouch. A fat, lazy bag of skin. But I had determination. In just two-and-a-half weeks, I was able to do nine pullups in a row, without Elizabeth boosting me up. I am just a little bit proud of that.
The car still makes smelly noises.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Hurry Up and Wait a Minute
Lawschool is what it is. I can't expect it to change, but I can expect to change my law student status in less than three months.
Work is what it is, too. Strangely, I'm actually looking forward to doing more of the paid kind. I have applied to the U.S. Coast Guard to be a Coast Guard lawyer. I have been applying for about six months, and finally finished all the forms and examinations. Now I just wait to see if they like me. Wish me luck.
My car died. Dead. Scrap metal. Apparently, that kind of Ford Escort had a manufacturing defect that caused one of my cylinders to lose pressure and stop firing. A four cylinder engine does not run so well on three. The mechanic said it would cost at least the value of the whole car to repair.
So, we bought a new, 1997 Acura Integra with 160,000 miles. Runs like a charm. Best of all, it does not stink. To all of you who thought I made the old car stink, your theory has been thoroughly refuted. The new car does make a "furt" sound every time I turn the radio on and the antenna extends. I guess I'm doomed.
Work is what it is, too. Strangely, I'm actually looking forward to doing more of the paid kind. I have applied to the U.S. Coast Guard to be a Coast Guard lawyer. I have been applying for about six months, and finally finished all the forms and examinations. Now I just wait to see if they like me. Wish me luck.
My car died. Dead. Scrap metal. Apparently, that kind of Ford Escort had a manufacturing defect that caused one of my cylinders to lose pressure and stop firing. A four cylinder engine does not run so well on three. The mechanic said it would cost at least the value of the whole car to repair.
So, we bought a new, 1997 Acura Integra with 160,000 miles. Runs like a charm. Best of all, it does not stink. To all of you who thought I made the old car stink, your theory has been thoroughly refuted. The new car does make a "furt" sound every time I turn the radio on and the antenna extends. I guess I'm doomed.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Minute after Minute, Law School Creeps on.
Happy Holidays everyone.
One of the things I love most about the holiday season is finals. The aromatic scent of freshly printed outlines. The warm, gentle sting of paper cuts. The clickity-clack of frantic typing. The familiar, homey tenseness in my neck, back, and shoulders. Nightmares. Continuous Nauseousness. Complete self-loathing. Let's not forget the weeks of self-absorption when I get to forget about economic meltdown, layoffs, church, family, and hygiene. It's the most wonderful time of the year.
Oh, but there is hope. In three weeks, it will all be over--for a few more months. By the way, I only have one more semester after this. Maybe I will celebrate Christmas in April.
Of course I am only about 85% serious about all the finals horrors and pessimism. The other 15% of me is very greatful for all I have been blessed with. Law school has been a great opportunity, and has opened a lot of doors for me. We are also loving our new-ish home. Most importantly, I have realized in the last few weeks that I have an unusually large number of good friends. I also have a large number of unusual friends. Which seems is unusual for a largely normal person.
My car stinks, and now it lurches some times. The mechanics told us that there is nothing wrong because the engine light doesn't come on. Hmmm.
One of the things I love most about the holiday season is finals. The aromatic scent of freshly printed outlines. The warm, gentle sting of paper cuts. The clickity-clack of frantic typing. The familiar, homey tenseness in my neck, back, and shoulders. Nightmares. Continuous Nauseousness. Complete self-loathing. Let's not forget the weeks of self-absorption when I get to forget about economic meltdown, layoffs, church, family, and hygiene. It's the most wonderful time of the year.
Oh, but there is hope. In three weeks, it will all be over--for a few more months. By the way, I only have one more semester after this. Maybe I will celebrate Christmas in April.
Of course I am only about 85% serious about all the finals horrors and pessimism. The other 15% of me is very greatful for all I have been blessed with. Law school has been a great opportunity, and has opened a lot of doors for me. We are also loving our new-ish home. Most importantly, I have realized in the last few weeks that I have an unusually large number of good friends. I also have a large number of unusual friends. Which seems is unusual for a largely normal person.
My car stinks, and now it lurches some times. The mechanics told us that there is nothing wrong because the engine light doesn't come on. Hmmm.
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