Archive | November, 2009

Working Thanks

25 Nov

I depart this afternoon for a wretched relaxing extended weekend with the parentals. There will be turkey and mashed potatoes. (Did you know that college students gain an average of one pound over Thanksgiving break?) There will be extended family, wondering, aloud, why I am unattached. There will be nights spent in my old bedroom, which in the three years since I moved out, has been converted into my mom’s office.

At some point in this melee of fun and joy, I may sit down and consider the reason for the holiday. In the interests of making that exercise as painless as possible, I am making a working list of the things I am thankful for.

  • I am thankful to not be the POTUS. Not that I ever could be, but really. That must not be a fun job to have. It is, after all, a job. Not like what Sarah Palin does all day.
  • I am thankful for TLS. It may have gotten me into law school.
  • I am thankful for my parents. I may not like living with them, or even sleeping over for several days, but they are nice people. I’m not as nice as they are, but they tried to raise me properly, and I appreciate their failed effort.
  • I am thankful for the two schools who let me in before the holidays.
  • I am thankful for Greek yogurt.
  • I am thankful for Black Friday deals. I am in the market for a duvet cover, and Friday will see me out scouring the racks.

Finally, I am thankful for the person who stumbled on my blog with the search terms “vodka intravenous.” High fives to you, sir, for not messing around and simply cutting out the middle men of mouth, esophagus, and stomach.

Digital Aging

19 Nov

Last night before bed, I downloaded Free Mind, an open source mind-mapping application. I had never even heard of mind-mapping before last night and this list of law student lifehacks. I’m itching to play with the software, but I have to be at work in an hour. (Thursday is the only day of the week where I could be considered “busy.” And I mean busy in the most air-quotey sense.)

I have little idea what mind-mapping does or is intended to do, and because I am a meticulous planner of the old school (paper outlines, long hand note-taking, etc.), I am so interested to see if this software will work for me. I have faith in it. I am fighting the tendency to become “old” and disdainful of new technology–like I was when the iPhone debuted. I will not be prematurely old and scoff at new technology that actually takes a long time for me to understand relative to the young whippersnappers who gleefully click away while accomplishing absolutely nothing of substantive value.

Cycle Update

17 Nov

I got another acceptance this morning, which brings my total count to two. Or three, if you want to count Alabama (which I don’t, really. I just.. no. Would never, could never live and work in Alabama). I am very excited because it feels nice to have new good news. After a while, the luster of that first acceptance starts to wear off. It’s like a meth high, only instead of crashing rapidly and needing another fix, the high fades more slowly. I’d imagine, though, that I’ll build up an acceptance tolerance and eventually need more and more to get the same kind of high. (Assumption being that I will, in fact, get enough good news to become blasé about getting into the best law schools in the country. That seems ridiculous; I never want to take fulfilled dreams as a matter of course.)

In a practical sense, this acceptance could not have come at a better time. I will be able to spend Thanksgiving fending off relatives who want to know why I am single with, “TWO T14 schools! TWO!”

Unfortunately, I think my relatives would be more impressed if I was dating someone who had my law school acceptances than if I swept the entire T14 myself. Sigh.

Law school? What? Oh, yeah. That’s what this is all about.

10 Nov

As this blog has become increasingly focused on non-law school admissions things (it isn’t like I’m in constant contact with admissions officers at this point in the cycle.. *cough* NYU *cough*), I’ve let this thing stray into the realm of the irrelevant, uh, more than once. I feel sheepish.

So. A recap of admissions-related things from the last month-ish in reverse chronological order:

1. Remember Alabama and those free iTunes? Well, I got in. Very quick turnaround, too. I received a nice voicemail during my history of the 1960s course (did I mention that my majors require me to study nothing of any value or relevance to the real world?) from a sweet-sounding woman with a drawl. I assume this sort of accent has had many a man drooling, and I can understand why. She obviously manages an admissions office at a large state school and sounds like she can bake a very nice apple pie, as well.

1a. My parents received a huge admittance package at the house the other day, complete with conditional scholarship (the bane of naive 0Ls everywhere). Because I was in town to get my eyes done, I had the fun of flipping through it. You know, what with the free iTunes and comprehensive maps and spiral-bound informational books, Alabama could maybe win me over if it wasn’t in Alabama. Apparently, it just wasn’t meant to be.

2. According to this thread and this one, my fellow 0Ls have been getting decisions (good ones!) from UVA and Michigan. High fives to them. I am waiting patiently for the opportunity to high five myself. Waiting. Patiently.

 3. I finally got notification from NYU that I am complete. After two       months. In the words of Mrs. Bennet: You have no compassion on my poor nerves, NYU. (That last being my own addition, of course.)

Now that that is taken care of, back to the irrelevant. I put this up this morning instead of doing reading. I am proud of my obvious dexterous ability to handle those L-shaped screwdrivers that come with cheap home-assembly-required furniture.


Not Covered in Obama’s Plan

9 Nov

No, I don’t mean abortion. I am having LASIK today. Because I’ve worn glasses or contacts since second grade, this is very exciting. Also, I get Valium.


Altar Rush

7 Nov

I don’t know about you and your real life or virtual circle of  friends and acquaintances, but my circle has been losing people right and left to marriage. No longer are we one circular, kumbaya-esque community. Instead, people are breaking away to pair off and start their own smaller, nuclear circles filled with blenders, bassinets, and mortgages. Every day, Facebook (or the real world grapevine) shouts at me that one or another of the people I graduated from high school with or see semi-regularly at student group meetings is engaged. As mentioned before, even my best friend is teetering on the edge of betrothal. 

I’ve always known that I wouldn’t be married young. In sophomore year French class, the teacher assigned a timeline (written en français, of course) in which each of us would describe how we saw our futures. Mine was filled with educational and professional aspirations, which, at the time, included being a professional violinist and owning a BMW. (The desire for a BMW still stands.) Then I noticed that the other students, even the guys, had included magazine cutouts of brides and grooms on their cut-and-paste timelines. I had forgotten to marry myself off on my timeline. 

I want to be married, eventually. I would prefer to not die alone. I am rather “meh” about children, but I will worry about that later. Now, though, I am so far from anything resembling an extended commitment that seeing other people my age begin to settle down freaks me out and makes me feel très inadequate. Sometimes I even think that I would be OK with scrubbing floors and baking chickens while my husband is out making money.

Then I remember that no one is responsible for my welfare or financial security but me and that I would never respect someone who tried to put me in a kitchen all day (mostly because he would be an idiot for trusting in my culinary skills and would likely die of accidental food poisoning within a year). Then I remember that I haven’t worked so hard at school and at life just to be a happy homemaker whose purpose is to make someone else’s life easier. Then I remember that half of marriages end in divorce and that because I’m just as likely to be divorced as I am to be below median, I should take the same level of precautions (including making my own money) in preparing myself for that possibility as I would in my job search and career planning. 

By the time I’ve thought over the realities of marriage and made comparisons with the life I am trying to make for myself, I don’t feel inadequate. I feel smart for waiting to allow myself, and any future husband, to achieve financial security instead of jumping into matrimony with negative bank balances. Also, I would never, never marry someone before he was able to buy me this:

VS Channels Elle Woods

3 Nov

I was invited to apply for a highly competitive but virtually invaluable internship program several weeks ago. After doing diligent research via the boards at TLS, I decided to throw my hat in the ring with no expectations of an offer.

As I’ve been preparing for the interview, though, I’ve been wondering why, exactly, I shouldn’t be offered a spot. People will be chosen for this internship; why shouldn’t I be one of them?

I’ve been a victim of cautious, borderline defeatist thinking for most of my life. [Enter stage left a debilitating fear of failure.] I used to think that real people didn’t actually go to schools like Harvard, just people who know people who know people you know. Then, this summer, I realized that I had a legitimate, dare I say even slightly good, shot at getting into a school like Harvard. (I likely won’t get the H-Bomb, but it’s nice to know that my file probably wasn’t laughed at and then torched.) And I started thinking, seriously, “Why shouldn’t it be me?”

I know that everyone thinks that “below median” is something that happens to other people, and that in law school, my hard work may not be enough to ensure that I’m not one of those “other people.” But I see little reason in thinking that now, especially as I am committed to law school because I am committed to being a lawyer.* Instead, I am going to continue wondering why it shouldn’t be me, now, as I am preparing for this internship interview, and in law school, as I am drowning in outlines.


*If anyone knows how to become a lawyer without law school, let’s talk.

The One That Got Away

1 Nov

I spent the weekend with my best friend, who lives in Moderate Sized Midwestern City Where Rent is Cheeeeap. She is in nursing school and has an almost-fiance in medical school, with whom she will be cohabiting come summer. 

This afternoon, while Almost-Fiance was hitting the books, she and I took a tour of an apartment complex she is very, very interested in. I understand why. The place was approximately 1200 square feet, two bedrooms, two full baths, walk-in closets, fireplace, and balcony. All for around $1100. While I was reveling in the sunbathed show unit, I suddenly imagined myself married, working 9 to 5, and cooking dinner in that lovely apartment.

Then I remembered that I am going to law school next year (or the year after), and that I will not have a sun-drenched, 1200 square foot apartment with two bedrooms, two full baths, walk-in closets, fireplace, and balcony. I will not pay $1100 a month for a fabulous apartment that I will share with my significant other while we plan for our well-balanced and happy future. Instead, I will have a small, one-bedroom apartment that I will inhabit with my pet fish, Francis. I will probably never cook, nor will I have clothing to fill the walk-in closet that I won’t have because I won’t have time to cook or shop. I will spend my time in casebooks instead.

And when I remember that marvelous apartment, the one that got away, I will cry, creating multi-colored highlighter streaks all over my work.