Finals are over. I have finished 4 of 6 Semesters. Probably successfully. Before you know it, I will be legally educated.
I also turned 29, this week. I've never felt better--except for that nagging feeling that I'm getting older. Somebody said something to me about 30, this week, too. I am, surprisingly, not worried about it. Afterall, I'm still closer to 20 than I am to 40.
Elizabeth took me to a baseball game to celebrate. The Bees won in the 10th inning. Very exciting. I did not put on sun block. My right half is red, my left is white. Go Utes! Too bad I'm an Aggie. Elizabeth also got me a great gift: sailing gloves. That puts me one step closer to captain-hood, and I won't feel like as much of a poser when I go to regattas.
My car smells, rattles, and the AC is gone, too. Maybe it just turned the car equivalent of 30.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
120 Minutes of Finals Remaining
I only have one final left this semester: Trusts. After that, I'm off for the summer. Hopefully, it will just be for summer, but we will have to wait for grades. I won't get started on forced-curve grading because this is only supposed to last a minute, but #%@!&#%*#$!
I will be interning with Justice Jill Parrish of the Utah Supreme Court during May. If all goes well, I will pick up a few credits and lighten my load during the upcoming year. If things go poorly, I will get fired and Utah's laws will never be the same again.
I will spend the rest of the summer clerking for a small, litigation firm in Salt Lake City. For this one, I will actually be getting paid. I am excited to be a bread winner, again. Elizabeth will hopefully start thinking of me as a man again, too.
I have been swamped at school, because I was foolish enough to accept a management position with one of the journals. I take office in the fall. I expected to put in a lot of time next year, but did not anticipate how much time I would have to put in as a manager-elect. I am trying to recruit for senior editor positions for next year, but I can't find enough stupid people who can edit. (You would have to be stupid to accept). On the upshot, next year, I will have tremendous power to corrupt the academic credibility of BYU's law school.
My car makes funny smells, and now it makes funny sounds--no longer silent but deadly.
I will be interning with Justice Jill Parrish of the Utah Supreme Court during May. If all goes well, I will pick up a few credits and lighten my load during the upcoming year. If things go poorly, I will get fired and Utah's laws will never be the same again.
I will spend the rest of the summer clerking for a small, litigation firm in Salt Lake City. For this one, I will actually be getting paid. I am excited to be a bread winner, again. Elizabeth will hopefully start thinking of me as a man again, too.
I have been swamped at school, because I was foolish enough to accept a management position with one of the journals. I take office in the fall. I expected to put in a lot of time next year, but did not anticipate how much time I would have to put in as a manager-elect. I am trying to recruit for senior editor positions for next year, but I can't find enough stupid people who can edit. (You would have to be stupid to accept). On the upshot, next year, I will have tremendous power to corrupt the academic credibility of BYU's law school.
My car makes funny smells, and now it makes funny sounds--no longer silent but deadly.
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