Thursday, December 22, 2005

Oh what fun it is to ride on a World Market fold up chair

Hello, all, and Merry Christmas! I have been enjoying my break so far, although it is flying by. Of course I've been watching Christmas movies, which is awesome, as always. I still am haunted by that feeling of too much to do, too little time, but I'm working on making that go away.

RR and I did enjoy having the DYSON, but as to how well it works in comparison to other vacuums, I can’t tell you, because I forgot to vacuum with my vacuum first and then use the DYSON, so for all I know the DYSON didn’t pick up any more than my current vacuum does. But it did seem to work well, the carpet looked very nice when we were done, and we had a big ol' pile of stuff in the cannister to prove it. Unfortunately, it was not immune to the ability rr and I have to break any vacuum. The DYSON is now making an Unidentifiable Noise of Indeterminate Origin (“UNIO”). Deals assures us that it is not supposed to make that noise. In our defense, it’s not that it sucked up anything in our home that killed it—it was making that noise the first time we turned it on. But somehow, merely transporting it into our apartment was enough to do it in. I wanted to take it apart to try to figure out the problem, but rr wouldn’t let me. I wasn’t going to do anything to its insides, I just wanted to look, because maybe we could figure it out.

But she wouldn't let me.

Anyway, I would like to try the vacuum again sometime when it isn't making that noise, but I think the next time I try one, it will be my own, because I can't take the guilt of breaking another person's vacuum (especially someone who loves her vacuum so much that she practically writes poems to it). It's very upsetting.

In other news, I am cleaning my room today. I have some large trash bags and a shovel. Perhaps I should get a HazMat suit. It’s really . . . I don’t even know where to start. Papers everywhere.

My cat Gabbers has started a new habit. She likes to get in my desk chair via the end of my bed. Only she hasn’t caught on to the fact that it’s a folding chair, and when she puts all her weight on the back end of it, it slides her right off of it. And sometimes I catch her getting on the chair from my bed and rush over there to grab the end of the chair so it doesn’t fold up on her, but then I have to stand there holding the seat while she just sits on the other side and mews at me. If she doesn’t stand on the seat, then she tries to come into the chair by balancing on the teeny, tiny back of the chair, and though she’s a small cat, she’s not, you know, two-dimensional, so she doesn’t fit. It’s sad. And she keeps doing it!!!

But she’s so timid, I can’t yell at her like I do at Wally, because then she’ll be afraid of me. Already she will run out of any room if you approach her to confrontationally (i.e. walk in her direction), so if you want to get by her without startling her, you have to walk by her backwards, making sure that you don’t face her at all. This can be difficult to do sometimes. So I don’t want to make her anymore skittish, especially since rr already takes it personally, like she’s some kind of giant, cat-scaring ogre. I have many times heard her saying from the other room, in a sad, defeated voice, “that’s right, Gabby, run away from the big, scary feet!”

The other thing that has been taking up my time lately, other than humoring my cat, has been playing The Movies. I don’t think it’s everyone’s cup of tea, but I am seriously addicted. Unfortunately, I can’t play it today because I have to clean up the big mess that is my room and then do some stuff for school, but I’ll be thinking about it. Well, maybe just five minutes.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Oh, the vacuum, she sucks, though she costs muchos bucks, that's amore

I love animals. I just love them. I always have. I would have tried to be a vet, except for my tiny little allergy problem, and the fact that I hate seeing things in pain. And the allergies. But I just love them, which is why I have two cats anyway despite the watery eyes, sneezing, and the sometimes throat scratchiness, and, as soon as I have a house with a yard, I will also have at least one dog and then any stray that shows up at my door, and, if that all goes ok, a bird.

But you can imagine that with two cats, I have a bit of an animal hair issue. That’s ok, if you love animals, you learn to make sacrifices, and what’s a little pet hair? But I do feel bad if I have visitors. Which I don’t. Because of the pet hair. How much worse would it be if I had more pets?

I have a decent vacuum, but it’s getting older and doesn’t have quite the same suck-up-the-carpet quality I used to love it for. The other day, I had a nice conversation with Deals about her new vacuum, the DYSON, which she speaks of with such awe that it is though she is speaking in all capitals when she says its name. And now I want one.

She has the DYSON that is especially for pet hair (the Animal). Apparently, the DYSON lives up to its reputation. And as much as I hate to reward people who already congratulate themselves more than is perhaps good for the soul, it seems that the DYSON guy, of the “I am so awesome and so is my vacuum” commercials, was on to something. I’d like to find out for myself.

Also apparently, Deals is going out of town for the day on Saturday. And apparently, rr had said she’d look in on “the girls” if Deals needed her to. What I wanted to know was, could we also look in on “the Animal.” Maybe we could borrow it for the day? Despite my constant prodding, rr kept “forgetting” to ask Deals because, as she explained it to me, “unlike you [snicker], it’s not that big of a priority for me.” Huh. Well, we’ll see if you feel the same way after you vacuum up mound-o-hair from the carpet, carpet that you just vacuumed with your regular vacuum. Uh-huh.

Of course, I totally would have understand if Deals had said no, because it’s always possible that the lint-roller-defying hair of our cats would prove to be too much for any one vacuum, and I don’t want to break her new toy, which she has talked about without being asked in the last two conversations I’ve had with her. Ok, once I asked. But the other time, she brought it up on her own. So she could have said no, and I wouldn’t blame her, because that baby’s expensive. But, yea, she said yes.

Maybe the vacuum won’t live up to expectations. But I am very excited to say that this weekend, I’m gonna find out.

[And while you’re at it, grab her copy of Galaxy Quest. It’s been too long since I’ve heard Sigourney Weaver say “Let’s get out of here before one of those things kills Guy.”]

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yea! Last final done! And it wasn't awful!

Thanks to rr, Amstaff Mom, Deals, and Ben, for all your prayers. I really think they helped today. And I apologize for being all drama queenish, and I thank you for supporting me anyway.

And today I get to do some fun things like:
put away laundry!
vacuum!
shred junk mail!

That may not sound like fun to you, but it will be wonderful for me. I've spent the last few weeks fearing that there might be something living in my room without me knowing. Anytime one of my cats looked a little to interested in poking around in a pile of stuff on my floor, I would be sure that it was because something was in there. Any noise I heard while laying in bed, I'd think to myself " . . . was that rustling?" and start to panic because I just knew something was living amongst the debris. So I'd end up staring at the ceiling, concentrating very hard on determining what that sound was, and did it sound like something that might jump on me in the middle of the night, or maybe give me the plague. I mean, I'm very sanitary in that I do my dishes and I clean my bathroom and all that, but I am so messy. I have piles of books and papers stacked everywhere. And the clothes. Oh, the clothes. So today, I'm putting all that stuff away.

And while I'm doing it, I'm going to listen to Christmas music to get into the spirit of my favorite season. And I will sing it loudly. Be so thankful that you are not within hearing range.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Ok, I’ll say one more thing about finals, and then I’ll stop complaining. Here, anyway (rr, sorry, you still have to hear about it). This is what’s so frustrating—you kill yourself all semester trying to learn something that is totally foreign to you, then, just when you think you will crack if you don’t get a break, you get to start studying for finals. So you push yourself, and when you think you can’t push yourself anymore, you have to pick yourself up from the sobbing, broken mess you’ve collapsed into and push a little more.

Then you go take the exam, and you look at it and think “I have no idea how to answer these questions. Is this even the right class?” And it’s like the professor has taken the one tiny little thing you weren’t 100% clear on and make the whole test about it. Then you have basically three hours to justify to yourself and everyone else why you spent so much time working on this and why you were even insane enough to go to law school in the first place, and all it takes is to do bad on this ONE exam, and there goes the job that you had your hopes pinned on, the job you went to law school to get in the first place. One exam. Because that one exam determines your grade in that course, and that one exam could kill your GPA

So you manage not to cry and not to have a nervous breakdown and you eat every blessed one of the animal crackers you brought with you to snack on, every single one, all in a row real fast, because you are so freaking out and don’t know what to do, and you’re wondering if now is a good time to decide that law school was a BIG mistake, a big, $125,000 in student loans mistake. Then you take a deep breath, say a quick prayer, and get through it. And walking out of there, you either (a) feel pretty good about it, or (b) feel like you got kicked in the back repeatedly. And if you feel pretty good about it [picture me walking out of my real estate transactions exam saying to myself “nailed it”! like the guy in that Washington Mutual commercial], then you hear idiots in the hall talking about it and you realize everything you forgot to talk about, and then . . . see (b), above.

And then you get to go home and start over again.

So, um, anyway, I really hate finals, and if you could just be praying for me, I’d really appreciate it, because normally I have at least one exam that I feel pretty confident about going into and coming out of, and this time I haven’t had any, and I could use a break here. The Newsboys “Lord I Don’t Know” is helping—it’s like my mantra here—but really, I could use all the help I can get. I haven’t had a nervous breakdown or anything, but it’s not pleasant walking out of an exam thinking that I really suck at my chosen profession. And having people say “oh, you did fine,” does not help, because how, exactly, do you know that I did fine? I know when I don’t know the answer to a question. If I get a good grade, it’s only because everyone else did worse than I did, and there’s no way to know that at this point. But my friend very nicely pointed out that several people looked really upset after the exam yesterday, so I’ve got that going for me.

Man, what does law school do to you, that at the end of the exam, you’re scanning the room looking for tears and suicidal expressions, and if everyone looks beat down, you do a little dance inside and think, “man, I might have a chance at this.”

But let’s end this on a positive note. I’d like to say a few words about my Black & Decker Home CafĂ© coffeemaker. It’s very plastic-y, and every time I use it, I worry a little that I’m going to break the little handle off. It’s definitely not as nice as my parents’ Keurig. The coffee is not cheap. But it’s cheaper than Starbuffee (one time the Starbucks sign had some lights out, so it read Starbu ffee, so now rr and I refer to it as starbuffee [star-boo-fee]). And it’s super fast, and no clean up! Well, except for the coffee spray it spits out (little drops all over the counter), but dirty counters really bug rr, so I don’t even have to worry about cleaning it up, because I know she’ll do it. It’s really so super fab, because I don’t even have to measure the coffee, which is good because after however many years of drinking coffee, I was never any good at it. But this thing, I just have to press a button, and presto! Coffee. It’s maaagic.

Ok, I’ve procrastinated enough, so I guess I’d better get back to studying. Oh, wait, would you look at that? I drank all my coffee. I better go make some more. That’ll take up at least . . . well, 30 seconds actually. Stupid coffee maker. But man, those counters sure look like they could use a good scrubbin’. . . .

Monday, December 12, 2005

Almost Done

Four down, one to go. Keep me in your prayers, you guys, because I'm struggling. Thanks, Deals and Am, for your encouragement! And a special thanks to rr, who is keeping me from going completely crazy.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Three down; Two to go

I hate finals.

Here's what stresses me out about them: Finals in law school (and med school, fyi) are graded to a curve. I don't mean the way they do in undergrad, where if nobody gets above, say, 80% correct, then they adjust what an "A" score would be to somewhere in the 70s, and a "B" score to somewhere below that, etc. I mean that they take a bell curve, and throw us into it. If there are 100 people in the class, then maybe 3 to 5 are going to get an A.

So let's say you have a multiple choice test with 100 questions. In all of my past school experience, that would mean that the questions were worth 1 point a piece and you could miss 10 and get an A. So it would apply here, too, right? Not so, my friend! Your ability to get an A depends not on a quantitative score based only on how many you got correct, but rather on your ability to do better than 95 other students. If EVERYONE got 90 questions right, everyone is still not getting an A. And that means on an easy exam, the number of questions that separates an A from a C is not all that much. Because maybe an A will be in the 98-100 range, and an A- will be in the 96-97, a B+ from 93-90, a B from 85-90, and so on. Of course, I can't imagine an exam being so easy that you'd get that many right, but I have had exams that were easy enough that a few questions was all that separated the grade you wanted from the average grade (my school grades to a B curve, so most students get a B).

And to make it worse, potential employers look almost exclusively at grades, or at the very least, they weigh them heavily. So there's that added pressure.

So pretty much all the time, you have to worry about outdoing your classmates. That's difficult when the subject matter is, oh, I don't know, let's say Federal Income Tax, and, hypothetically, you've spent every class reading recaps of The Apprentice on Television Without Pity instead of paying attention. Just hypothetically. The hypothetical me would be hypothetically freaking out right about now about the exam she has on Monday and kicking herself for not trying harder to understand what they heck the professor was talking about even though she'd done all the reading but still, what is he going on about, our reading wasn't about corporate tax so why are we talking about dividends and pass-through taxation?

So sorry I haven't blogged lately. I'm too busy stress eating. I mean, hypothetically.

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P.S. Because it really is just a sight to behold, I'm sharing with you my "study outfit" for the day, starting with my feet and on up: white socks and bright green flip-flops, very wrinkled black yoga pants that are too big for me and thus drag the ground, a powder blue long sleeve v-neck ribbed knit shirt, a long, dark blue-red "professor sweater"/cardigan (I call it that because it's what a stereotypical English professor wears in movies, really long with pockets in the front near the bottom; all that's missing is a pipe) with two missing buttons, an orange-red shawl from Ecuador, and, last but not least, a turquoise hankerchief on my head. I so clash. I think if you look directly at me, it could cause seizures. But man, am I comfortable.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Aaaaaaaand still nothing

I'm still preparing for finals, which start on Monday, and for which I am, to use an understatment, woefully underprepared. So still no posting.

But at least I'm not having the problems that Deals had this time last week.