The Calm Before - January 23, 2008

Wednesdays are always very interesting. They usually revel in the glory of packed days and long classes. Why would today be any different?

I was elated to learn late Tuesday that my first class of the day was to be canceled. The professor was at the whim of bronchitis - apparently class was not meant to be.

I had planned on waking up at the regular time. I am trying to get on a sleep schedule that is conducive to law school and living life. Sleep, however, is at a high premium. After hitting my alarm at least five times - that is the number of times Lindsay heard the alarm blasting, there could have been many more, and most likely was - I finally rose from my bed like Frankenstein. I was angry at the world that I was removing myself from the warmth of my comforter for the dreary environment of legal learning. It is necessary to mention that I did experience my first dream in months. It was a fantastic dream, but was much to good to be true, as I soon realized. The book-notes version: it had somebody in it who I wish was not in it, but was. It made things in my mind even worse, but this is life, eh?

Anyhow, I went straight for the shower, as is my normal act for the morning. Showered, brushed my hair, dressed and teethed. After becoming very beautiful, I left for the day.

I had to sit through another one of those classes that I so despise with all my being. The Methods class was only an hour, but, in billable hours, costs me quite a bit of pain. Tomorrow is the two-hour day - not looking forward to that at all.

I made it through that class and rushed to meet the client for whom I am writing an appeal. He delivered the hearing transcripts and I went to go ready myself for Property Law.

I rarely mention my affair with Law and Order SVU, but it is in full force. Last night the show was about the "kidnapping" of human sperm, eggs and embryos. Definitely property law. In class, the topic of embryos came up. What a coincidence. When television goes right! We read the case Moore v. Regents of the University of California which was about a person's right to their tissues and cells in addition to research and informed consent. I happen to have just completed a research project on medical and research ethics. This was a good day. The discussion was intriguing and I was actually able to argue my point with clarity - not to mention I made an argument with which my professor fully agreed.

I had a doctor's appointment back at home 30 minutes after class, so I zoomed to there with speed. I made it on time, but the Doctor was not there. She was picking her son up from basketball practice. So, there I sat for one-half hour. So happy I rushed.

And, that was the day, afternoon, evening and everything else in-between.

Not the worst day ever.

Until midnight...