Archive | August, 2009

Undergrad. Go.

31 Aug


When your student chooses to party instead of study, grades are going to slide. Many kids will wake up in time to get things back on track before they have to mail home a transcript that sets off alarms, but this is something parents should be looking at before final grades come out. Most school administrators aren’t proactive about contacting parents until there is a serious problem, and they don’t always welcome inquiries from concerned parents. But you can insist that your freshman keeps you informed throughout the semester about projects, tests and papers, and you can work together to keep things on track [Emphasis added].*

Or you can not be a helicopter parent and allow your child to crash and burn and learn hard lessons on his own. Seriously. This is ridiculous advice. If you are footing the bill for your child’s education, I think a succinct, “If you screw this up, you’re on your own,” should suffice. And if that doesn’t work, send him over to and make him read the admissions forums. Instill him with the fear of God being a splitter.

College=no more hand-holding.

*Original Post

The Test That Would Not Die

30 Aug

When browsing the occasional LSAT prep TLS forum, I am amazed at how much logic games have stuck in my mind. 

Like the records, “neither type of jazz and neither type rock is on sale” game.

I can visualize perfectly the set-up I used for this game. I wonder what important things are being crowded out of my memory by LG set-ups and conditions. Hm.

The Dating Game

28 Aug

I said I wouldn’t do it. I swore I wouldn’t be “that girl.” I was going to stay aloof, uninvested. Instead, I’ve become something like this:


In dating, desperation doesn’t look good on anyone. Is it any different in law school admissions? If I was to, oh, I don’t know, lose ten pounds, learn to pole dance, and convince an adcomm at one particular school to give me a private audience, would that reek of desperation? And even if it did, would it necessarily be a turn-off?

I guess I should hang on to that card in the case of a waitlist. In that situation, I will employ a Hillary-Kitchen-Sink-style campaign to get in. I am currently preparing to bid my dignity farewell.

Abandon ship!

26 Aug



22 Aug

I just submitted my first application.

I have a nasty, nasty feeling that something is missing. Time to obsess over what is already done.

Welcome Week

22 Aug

Freshmen have begun moving in.

This forces to mind a couple things:

  1. Holy crap, these people were born in the early 1990s. Holy crap, I am getting old.
  2. It is time to stock up on vodka, gin, and tonic water because I will not be leaving my apartment for any reason until the freshmen have drunk  themselves into stupors and are hungover in the dorms, removing them from interaction with the non-campus dwelling community.

It only took me three years to figure this out! Only three!

21 Aug

Somehow, after three years and seven book-buying opportunities, I still manage to wander through the campus bookstore looking confused enough to warrant offers of help from bored student employees. Maybe if the books were organized according to any sort of comprehensible method, I would look less confused and be left alone. Wishful thinking, indeed.

Today, though, I was not on a book-buying mission. Instead, I was blatantly covertly copying down the ISBN numbers of books I need for class (I’m not sure how other schools operate, but at my university, it is virtually impossible to get a book list for classes. The only viable method to learn what books are required for class is to go to the bookstore and find them on the shelf. Flawless, I’m sure.) so that I could then buy my books online.

My book-buying adventure, by the numbers.

  • Time spent copying down ISBN numbers while intermittently swatting away pesky employees: 30 minutes
  • Number of said pesky employees: 4
  • Number of classes I successfully found books for (in the bookstore, not online): 3
  • Number of classes for which I have zero books and zero idea where to find said books: 1
  • Number of books I rented at  5
  • Price of books I rented at $163.13
  • Price of books at the bookstore: $227.06

Usually, I enjoy being a humanities/social sciences major at the beginning of the semester when my books cost hundreds less than those of my hard science friends. I enjoy being a humanities/social sciences major less at the end of the semester when I sell my novels back for approximately a quarter each (no, seriously). This semester, I’m going to enjoy A) spending less on my books and B) skipping the agony of not receiving enough cash for my books to buy a Like It-size Cookie Doughn’t You Want Some at Cold Stone.

I’m on a boa..plane?

18 Aug

On a plane home tomorrow, and thank God.

I have become a neurotic mess, scrawling to-do lists on scratches of paper, updating my task list in Gmail, and obsessively reading TLS.


Being away from application materials when the cycle opens=game over.

One L

16 Aug

Between bouts of atrocious sweating in the Arizona heat, I’ve made time to begin One L by Scott Turow. The book is a combination of journal entries and post-1L musings about Turow’s first year at HLS in 1975. [Aside: Holy crap, only thirty years ago and the starting salary for a Harvard grad was $22,000?] He wrote the book immediately after his 1L year, so it isn’t much tempered by time, and most of the anecdotes he tells and feelings he expresses seem to require responses like, “OMG, I can’t go to law school. That’s just too much.”

As I read, I get the sense that I am supposed to change my mind about law school because of this book. That it is a sort of deterrent for undergrads like myself who foolishly wander in the general vicinity of the law profession and then get sucked into the whirling vortex that it is. And, frankly, there is nothing that is not scary about the things Turow describes in the book. Nothing. I am one year (and likely two) away from beginning law school, and the mere anticipation of the soul-crushing stress is already causing little pinpricks of anxiety. I suppose the book has heightened that anxiety (hopefully only for a short while), but I infinitely prefer anxiety over doubt. I prefer anxiety over doubt because my anxiety is caused by the thought of facing the inevitable; doubt would mean that I am considering the inevitable to be quite evitable.

On the other hand, I could start throwing myself at the bevy of graduate school exams and see where I stick. Ruling out medicine due to my debilitating fear of needles and general gore, I could try my hand at B-school and a PhD program. Of course, I’d rather not spend eight years writing an encyclopedia of knowledge on a narrow subject that no one will ever read, only to then strike out in the academic market (what is left of it) before throwing in the towel and going to law school because my previous education overqualifies me for absolutely everything besides academia, which, as mentioned previously, was an epic game over.

And that scenario frightens me more than Scott Turow and his 1975 1L year ever could.

Bring it, law school.

Live from Tucson:

15 Aug

Fall 2010 apps are available.

I suddenly wish:

  • that I wasn’t currently on vacation, and/or
  • that I had brought my laptop with me.

Regular programming to resume Thursday, August 20.