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vicarzI like where I am in law school in terms of...emotional stability? Attitude? Let me contrast myself.
Door #1:
I think I got lucky. In orientation I happened to sit next to a woman who like me turned down the perky girl asking us to get our pictures taken for the ‘facebook.’ We wound up talking, and then by another coincidence sitting next to each other in class. Now we sit next to each other in every class, and have swapped info and so forth. She is one of the most active in class, and has already saved my ass by reminding me about an assignment I had left at home when it was due (a fast trip later a sweaty José turned in the work). The problem with her is, she’s too worried about how she’s doing. She works her ass off, more hours than I, for less money (but her title is Vice-President). She only talks about school and logistics issues. The only non-school thing she’s mentioned is major nausea from the metro. Brilliant and hard-working, but a nervous wreck. Nice girl, glad to know her, not one bit interested in being her. She can have the A+, take it!
I mean knowing her may be great for studying and soforth, she is bright as hell and very hard-working. But understand the drawback - that's all there is. Last night I was talking to 2 girls from the Masters program. We were talking about oh I dunno...cable tv, roommates, needing sleep, and food. Fun stuff. My smart hard-working friend shows up and hijacks the conversation into her fears and problems with work/school logistics. It dawned on me then that's all she's ever talked about. They are real issues, but...wow get over it or change your situation! She said she was jealous of my 40 hours a week, so I encouraged her "Well it's a choice. You could choose it too, now!"
Door #2:
The big muscle guy I talked to the first day was called on for the first time from the back row. This is the guy who doesn’t work, and is just as casual as can be on his non-schedule. He was called on for the first time from the back row, and didn’t seem to have a firm grasp of the case and issue presented to him. I didn’t agree with his answers to questions, and he wasn’t able to support his answers well. I ran into him outside last night - nice guy and all, but he seems a bit too laid back for the pace - especially considering the guy doesn’t have to work!
To be fair, I met a guy in class named "Shaheen" who is white. I had to point out the middle-eastern and hispanic named white guys (this guy is way white, like surfer dude white) were sitting side by side in class. He is laid back, I think he lives at home off his government economist dad, but he's seemingly on top of the class stuff. Kinda like Alex wished he was...man, people like that made it sound like law school was uber hard. It's not, it's really not. Less respect for those folks now then ever before!
So, I’m not Door #1 or 2. I was worried I might overdo and stress the school thing, but I’m not. For some insane reason I care, but I don’t, about how I do. I care enough to work my tail off, but not enough to drive myself nuts. A would be nice, but I’m not going to whine about a B. I’m up to date in class, and on top of the concepts we are covering, but I’m not creating 20 page outlines with 8 color key codes and doing all the extra sections. I’ve found a healthy balance of giving and not giving a crap about this stuff. I’m surprised by how much healthier my attitude is - but again this is just an option to me - I already have a career.
I should just find a nice law-chick or law-guy and live life as a stay-at-home dad. Really.
Come to think of it - I’m the same way at work. Maybe it’s an attitude I learned here. I care about what I do and try to do well, but I don’t get all panicky about deadlines or possible mistakes. Anything that goes wrong I try to fix quickly, but I no longer get all tense over it. My god - when did I get this healthy attitude? I attribute it all to the new 18 flavors of bicardi!
Last night I was mean - to someone who supports a good issue. For the 2nd class in a row, a perky young day student came in to make an announcement before our class started (my class includes the entire night section). This girl was from the Public Interest Law (PIL!) group, a wonderful cause. She announced “Next Monday after class, the PIL is hosting a Monday night football event, just $20 gets all the wings you can eat, and it’s from the end of this class until midnight!” or some such. I said fairly loudly “We have JOBS.” Much bitter giggling ensued. I am a bitch, even in law school.
On the other land, my hot librarian of a contracts professor made a line last night in relation to promissory estoppel “If I promise to give you a ride home on my broom after class (ignoring the fact that as your professor it would be improper for me to do so).” Can you see why I’m so enamored? SO my flavor!
I am over my thinking phone-sex girl in the office is ‘hot.’ I mean, she’s cute in a hot redneck chick kinda way, and offered the chance to lick salt from her tattoo I wouldn’t necessarily decline, but the “man she’s hot” thing is totally gone. Sure, she answers the office phone with a phone-sex voice, sure she’s kinda pretty, sure she works the low-cut top angle. Her body, while ok, just reeks of “I diet to look this way.” Her skin reeks of “Laying out during summer, tanning bed in the winter.” I don’t like that body anymore. I don’t mind ‘fat’ like I used to, but I am more oriented towards a body that looks like it works or plays, not one that denies itself celery in an attempt to look thin enough for men. Ew. The other highly unattractive trait I cannot ignore is the fact she is on the phone all day every day fighting with her boyfriend. I mean, he could be the biggest shitbag on the planet, but why on earth doesn’t she either shut him up or move on? Does he instigate the crap or does she? Why would anyone in their right mind have a relationship comprised solely of phone fights? So, the lazybody and the dysfunctional relationship angle makes even a pretty girl look ugly (This may sound petty and pointless, but for me it’s a step up - take my word for it).
I STILL CAN’T STOP LISTENING TO PORTISHEAD!!!
Door #1:
I think I got lucky. In orientation I happened to sit next to a woman who like me turned down the perky girl asking us to get our pictures taken for the ‘facebook.’ We wound up talking, and then by another coincidence sitting next to each other in class. Now we sit next to each other in every class, and have swapped info and so forth. She is one of the most active in class, and has already saved my ass by reminding me about an assignment I had left at home when it was due (a fast trip later a sweaty José turned in the work). The problem with her is, she’s too worried about how she’s doing. She works her ass off, more hours than I, for less money (but her title is Vice-President). She only talks about school and logistics issues. The only non-school thing she’s mentioned is major nausea from the metro. Brilliant and hard-working, but a nervous wreck. Nice girl, glad to know her, not one bit interested in being her. She can have the A+, take it!
I mean knowing her may be great for studying and soforth, she is bright as hell and very hard-working. But understand the drawback - that's all there is. Last night I was talking to 2 girls from the Masters program. We were talking about oh I dunno...cable tv, roommates, needing sleep, and food. Fun stuff. My smart hard-working friend shows up and hijacks the conversation into her fears and problems with work/school logistics. It dawned on me then that's all she's ever talked about. They are real issues, but...wow get over it or change your situation! She said she was jealous of my 40 hours a week, so I encouraged her "Well it's a choice. You could choose it too, now!"
Door #2:
The big muscle guy I talked to the first day was called on for the first time from the back row. This is the guy who doesn’t work, and is just as casual as can be on his non-schedule. He was called on for the first time from the back row, and didn’t seem to have a firm grasp of the case and issue presented to him. I didn’t agree with his answers to questions, and he wasn’t able to support his answers well. I ran into him outside last night - nice guy and all, but he seems a bit too laid back for the pace - especially considering the guy doesn’t have to work!
To be fair, I met a guy in class named "Shaheen" who is white. I had to point out the middle-eastern and hispanic named white guys (this guy is way white, like surfer dude white) were sitting side by side in class. He is laid back, I think he lives at home off his government economist dad, but he's seemingly on top of the class stuff. Kinda like Alex wished he was...man, people like that made it sound like law school was uber hard. It's not, it's really not. Less respect for those folks now then ever before!
So, I’m not Door #1 or 2. I was worried I might overdo and stress the school thing, but I’m not. For some insane reason I care, but I don’t, about how I do. I care enough to work my tail off, but not enough to drive myself nuts. A would be nice, but I’m not going to whine about a B. I’m up to date in class, and on top of the concepts we are covering, but I’m not creating 20 page outlines with 8 color key codes and doing all the extra sections. I’ve found a healthy balance of giving and not giving a crap about this stuff. I’m surprised by how much healthier my attitude is - but again this is just an option to me - I already have a career.
I should just find a nice law-chick or law-guy and live life as a stay-at-home dad. Really.
Come to think of it - I’m the same way at work. Maybe it’s an attitude I learned here. I care about what I do and try to do well, but I don’t get all panicky about deadlines or possible mistakes. Anything that goes wrong I try to fix quickly, but I no longer get all tense over it. My god - when did I get this healthy attitude? I attribute it all to the new 18 flavors of bicardi!
Last night I was mean - to someone who supports a good issue. For the 2nd class in a row, a perky young day student came in to make an announcement before our class started (my class includes the entire night section). This girl was from the Public Interest Law (PIL!) group, a wonderful cause. She announced “Next Monday after class, the PIL is hosting a Monday night football event, just $20 gets all the wings you can eat, and it’s from the end of this class until midnight!” or some such. I said fairly loudly “We have JOBS.” Much bitter giggling ensued. I am a bitch, even in law school.
On the other land, my hot librarian of a contracts professor made a line last night in relation to promissory estoppel “If I promise to give you a ride home on my broom after class (ignoring the fact that as your professor it would be improper for me to do so).” Can you see why I’m so enamored? SO my flavor!
I am over my thinking phone-sex girl in the office is ‘hot.’ I mean, she’s cute in a hot redneck chick kinda way, and offered the chance to lick salt from her tattoo I wouldn’t necessarily decline, but the “man she’s hot” thing is totally gone. Sure, she answers the office phone with a phone-sex voice, sure she’s kinda pretty, sure she works the low-cut top angle. Her body, while ok, just reeks of “I diet to look this way.” Her skin reeks of “Laying out during summer, tanning bed in the winter.” I don’t like that body anymore. I don’t mind ‘fat’ like I used to, but I am more oriented towards a body that looks like it works or plays, not one that denies itself celery in an attempt to look thin enough for men. Ew. The other highly unattractive trait I cannot ignore is the fact she is on the phone all day every day fighting with her boyfriend. I mean, he could be the biggest shitbag on the planet, but why on earth doesn’t she either shut him up or move on? Does he instigate the crap or does she? Why would anyone in their right mind have a relationship comprised solely of phone fights? So, the lazybody and the dysfunctional relationship angle makes even a pretty girl look ugly (This may sound petty and pointless, but for me it’s a step up - take my word for it).
I STILL CAN’T STOP LISTENING TO PORTISHEAD!!!
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Date: 2003-09-05 03:41 am (UTC)The best thing that ever happened to me academically was becoming friends with a bunch of really kewl PhD students in Europe during my Junior Year Abroad. They all worked their butts off when necessary, but knew the value of partying. Up until then I was the "girl who studies on a Friday AND Saturday night". They mocked me about it, and pointed out that in 5 years I would remember the drunken pub crawl, not the textbook. They were right and I'm forever grateful to them for showing me that you can achieve academically, and still have a life.