Life Goes On - January 31, 2008

Up I was, early in the morning. Tired as can be: I did my morning "shower, shave, load up, and get on out" act. I had two hours of contracts to look forward to, and lord help me if I was going to miss a minute of it! If two hours of contracts was not enough, imagine the two hours of legal methods I was supposed to experience directly after.

As what has become the worst part of my week on a regular basis, I was dreading stepping into the legal methods classroom. This feeling permeates from every orifice of my soul. However, the powers that "be" - the one's who usually ruin my life for their amusement - were on my side today. Our regular professor was sick, so we had a replacement teach the class. He went over the material as quickly as possible, and turned what would normally be the entire two hours into a swift 20 minutes. This was perfect and how it should be all along. At the end of the class, he asked if everybody got the sign-in sheet. He said, and I quote "if you have to sit through this and be here, you should get credit for it."

My sentiment exactly.

After class ceased to exist, I went back to the library to do some reading and whatever else I could do to drone myself into a deep haze. I worked on an application, and met with a professor who came in from sabbatical just to meet with me. I am that cunning and diplomatic, I guess. She told me that she swore that she was not coming into school for any student, but that I seemed so sincere and thoughtful. This attorney thing is really going to work out for me.

Anyhow, I left the meeting and went back to my studies. I looked at my clock, and it was around 3:30 in the afternoon. I thought to myself, that is enough time to do whatever I need, class does not start until 4:10. The next time I looked up, there was a window on my computer with a message written in all capitals from my friend Megan.

"WHERE ARE YOU!?!?!?"

Uh oh! It was 4:12. I was late to civil procedure. This is not good at all. This professor writes my letters of recommendation. It is also one of my large sections, so everybody would be staring at me with contempt.

I gathered up my things with haste, and scooted to class. Right before I walked in, I stopped and engaged myself in breathing exercises of the Tai Chi genre. After my last deep breath, into class I went. Suddenly there was 120 sets of eyes (that is 240 total eyes) staring me down. It was glorious.

After the 50 minutes of class were up, I rushed to my car (to escape frostbite) and shuttled myself home.

When I got home, I was excited. Tonight was LOST night! Party in my living room. The party was to consist of me and the dog, but I was excited. Don't judge me.

Anyhow, a problem quickly arose from my field of dreams: the CNN Democrat debate was on tonight. Two of my favorite things on TV at the same time: CNN and Democrats. I then had to weigh my viewing choices for the night. I could record LOST and watch the debate, or record the debate and watch LOST. I did what any other nerd would do and recorded LOST.

Before the debate, I turned to Lindsay and gave my debate premonition (what tactics I thought each person would evoke and why). It turns out that I was correct, and the pundits even talked about my guesses at the end of the debate in their recap. A job awaits my presence at CNN.

I read a bunch today, filled out an elaborate internship application and read some more. Lindsay and I picked up another case - that is three cases to be heard, with another case at the appellate level, for a total of four open cases for me.

Intense.

We only took this new case because it is for a coworker who was involved in the case Lindsay and I just appealed. Basically, we know this case better than she does. Well, knowing the case is the reason I used to talk Lindsay into taking this case, the real reason is that I cannot wait to cross examine the employer again. He is already very scared of me, and he will be even more so since he has received our appeal brief.

This should be interesting. I need happiness in my life; especially at the expense of people who don't deserve happiness in the first place. The employer will probably have an attorney with him this next time, though. Oh happy day.

Tomorrow is an Appellate Advocacy sandwich: dentist appointment at 8:00 AM, Appellate Advocacy at 10:00 AM and then I go to mentor kids again in the Mock Trial program (the same program that I swore I would never do again, but I am doing it again). Hopefully the kids at the new school will not be little brats. But, when has anything worked out in my favor like this?

If there is humor to be had at my plight, I undergo plight. That is just the way it is. Tomorrow should be good.