Tuesday, May 16, 2006

It's the Little Things that Make Things Interesting, Don't You Think?

I haven't had much going on lately other than school and studying, but I thought I'd share, anyway. Yesterday, I quickly wrote down a few thoughts while waiting for rr to get home from work:

Adventures in the Bathroom

So apparently there are many things about the world of boating that are mysterious to me—even more than I had previously thought. My bathroom has that upstairs-bathroom-dripping-thus-creating-mold-in-my-bathroom experience happening again. Naturally I have pulled out my Starbrite mildew control bags once again. This time I noticed that on the side of the box, where it says “perfect for motorboats and sailboats” and then names of examples of places on boats that it’s perfect for, it mentions, inter alia, “bilge” and “cuddly corner.” Bilge*? That’s not a disease? Cuddly corner? I thought boating was all macho and manly!? Davy Jones’s locker? Dead man’s chest? That all sounds very much like a man thing. But cuddly corner? Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me.

The mildew issue makes it difficult to remain in the room for extended periods of time. I am sleeping on the sofa these days, because even being in my bedroom, which is adjacent to the bathroom, can make your allergies go crazy. Plus, I can’t sleep at night with the paranoid thought that I’m causing a health problem for myself.

I will, however, go in there long enough to dry my hair. I had a scary moment the other day when I couldn’t get my hair dryer to start. I clicked the dryer on, but nothing happened. Then I clicked it off, then on again. Repeat. Yes, I’m the person at the elevator who presses the down button repeatedly even though it could not possibly do any good. If you click the button enough, the problem will fix itself. Anyway, I did the on/off routine for a minute, then did the same number on the reset/test button on the plug. Then I unplugged the dryer and did the whole thing again. Then, right after I had looked at my dryer, shaken it, and declared “I won’t let you die on me!,” I realized that I had actually plugged in my flat iron, not my hair dryer. Turns out the dryer is working fine.

*If you consult the Talk Like a Pirate Day (one of my favorite holidays) website, you will see that the “bilge” is in fact the lowest level of the ship. So I learned something new today.

Adventures in the Car
As I’ve previously mentioned, rr and I have the best conversations, or rather, we think we do, but we also realize that others may throw themselves out of a moving car rather than be stuck with us in one for more than an hour. Here are some snippets of the conversations that we had driving around the other day:

RR (on spotting a billboard advertisement for alcohol): Handcrafted by people. I hate that. Crafted by hand. That presumably means not by machines. Or animals. Unless it’s a monkey, or some other animal with hands.

* * *

JLR: Is it Front Page or Publisher that does websites?
RR: Publisher is for brochures and stuff. Front Page is for the Internet.
JLR: Publisher does websites, too, I think. Which one has the P for the icon?
RR: Publisher.
JLR: Well, what’s Power Point, then?
RR: I don’t know.
JLR: It’s a blue P.
RR: Blue is Word. Maybe it’s green?
JLR: Well maybe it’s more like a blue-green.
RR: It could be a blue-green.
JLR: Because Excel is green.
RR: Oh, right.

* * *

This evening rr was flipping through the dictionary, and she suddenly exclaimed “Today’s word of the day is hospodar.” And then she tried to make me guess what it meant. "Would you like me to give you its origin?"

DARTing Around Town
With bar prep classes comes one’s familiarization with public transportation. Sure, I could drive downtown, but I’m not paying $5 a day to park, especially when the train stops right across the street from where the class is. I now know all about the time tables and rail lines of our fair city. I also know about the strangers asking for money and the crazy people choosing you, yes you, to address their comments. Today when I got home I realized that my hair smelled funny, but I’m not sure if I should blame it on the train. Ok, yes, I should. It now smells exactly like the train. Don’t get me wrong, I happen to be a big fan of public transportation. I just don’t want to smell like it.

Anyway, other than the crazy people, and the begging, I am enjoying taking the train. Today, while I was out, I got off the train at a shopping center to try on dresses for graduation. Since the stupid thing is OUTSIDE in MAY, and apparently I actually have to go, I’m looking for something cool. I am thankful for the current empire waist styles that hide the “fat baby,” the extra weight I’m carrying in my tummy, but not thankful for the fact that they sometimes make you look like you are carrying “actual baby.”

And speaking of bar prep classes, I’m beginning to understand the magnitude of the statements made by those students I knew who graduated last year that you’ve never done as much studying in your life as you will do in preparing for the bar. I’ve only had two days, and I’m already at information overload.

I have lost all sense of time or place. Today after class, I told a friend that, and she said, “I know what you mean. I kept thinking today was Tuesday.” I nodded, said “me, too,” and then thought, ‘wait, it’s not?’ After I had the realization that it was, in fact, Monday, I then promptly forgot and went back to thinking it was Tuesday. On the walk home from the station, I had to call rr and ask her how I had gotten home from the train station yesterday, because I couldn’t remember, but I knew I hadn’t walked home. She reminded me that she’d picked me up. She was able to do that because she wasn’t at work, it being Sunday and not Monday. Today is Monday. Today is Monday. Today is Monday. *gah* My hair stinks.

But the good news is, however bad it is, at least I’m done with law school, because grades came out today, and thank you, Jesus, I passed every class, and I will be graduating on Saturday as planned. Yea! Now we can focus on passing the bar!

Monday, May 15, 2006

Speaking of Clue . . .

Today I read rr's post about her Clue moment, and that reminded me that I had wanted to post this, because I thought Amstaff Mom would appreciate it.

The ABA Journal eReport has an Answers of the Week section, and this was the winner of the Friday, April 28th issue.

We asked you last week what well-known movie you would use to teach law. Who knew that film buffs were getting such a well-rounded legal education? The responses were numerous and varied, leading us to suspect that it’s difficult to leave the legal mindset at the office. Here are our favorites:

This week's winner receives an ABA Journal eReport mug! Congratulations!

The best movie choice to teach law would be the 1985 comedy classic Clue, based on the board game of the same name. There’s just about every tort imaginable:

* Assault. (Col. Mustard: If I was the killer, I would kill you next.)
* Battery (too many pratfalls to mention).
* False imprisonment. (Soon-to-be-dead cop: Let me outta here! You have no right to shut me in!)
* Intentional infliction of emotional distress.
* Invasion of privacy (all of the guests’ secrets for which they are being blackmailed).

There were also criminal law issues of:

* Conspiracy, murder, phone tapping. (Cop: Why is J. Edgar Hoover on your phone? Wadsworth: He’s on everybody else’s, why shouldn’t he be on mine?)
* Police entrapment, civil procedure/evidence. (Mr. Green: Point of order, tape recordings are not admissible evidence!)
* Family law. (Mrs. White: Husbands should be like Kleenex: soft, strong and disposable.)
* Foreign relations. (Miss Scarlet: Communism was just a red herring.)
* And even how to build a case. (Wadsworth: Don’t you remember your fatal mistake? Sitting here at dinner you mentioned that you were eating one of your favorite recipes. And monkey brains, although a popular Cantonese cuisine, is not often found in Washington, D.C.)

Maybe an unaccredited law school would like to base its entire curriculum on it?

Kyle Kaiser

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Speaking of Coffee...

For those of you who need a quick pick me up, if you don't visit her sight regularly, then stroll over to The Bee's Knees and check out the pic at the top of her page. Two thoughts spring immediately to mind:
(1) Someone is raising her children right, and
(2) Cutest.Picture.Ever.


It’s a good thing that I’m almost done with school, because I have reached that point at which I just don’t want to study anymore. I’m sick and tired of it. Right now I’m studying for my wills, trusts, and estates exam. If you have a question about drafting your will, then I’m . . . not your girl. I don’t know what I’m doing. I didn’t pay attention in that class—I was too busy IM’ing my friends and reading Television Without Pity. Our prof was really nice, but he started every class with a recap of the last class, which, ok, I was there, and I took notes, so do we need to write it all down again? Can’t we just have a “you snooze, you lose” policy? Then he’d lecture for a while, and ask questions, and all that was fine, but then he’d ask someone about their opinion. “Ms. Smith, what do you think about that? Which system do you think is better, the Maryland law or the UPC?” Right there, he’d lose me. I do not care about the opinions of others. It’s part of my charm.

Seriously, why do I care what my classmate prefers? Especially since said classmate, being a graduating 3L, does not even have an opinion, she’s taking this class in preparation for the bar—just like every other student in the room. She does not care enough about the topic to actually formulate an opinion one way or the other.

Oh, I take that back. Someone cares. The same someone in every class who volunteers to speak and let us all know how he feels. That’s right, it’s That Guy. The same That Guy that I have blogged about previously. He and about 3 other classmates actually do have opinions, for reasons that I cannot understand, especially since they usually aren’t opinions worth voicing.

I do get very cranky around exam time. I have trouble getting situated. The other day I decided that there was no place in my apartment that was ergonomically designed and that I needed to create my own space, so I took a large box and fashioned my own study surface. Rr has been very sweet about it and not at all mocking me, very “sweetie, if you’re looking for your “desk,” it’s in my room.” She always puts up with my neuroticism around finals time.

And then I'm easily distracted by everything. The mess that is my apartment. The fact that my bathroom reeks of mildew (yea, old buildings!). The fact that my kitchen smells of . . . egg salad? I don't know. I think it's the garbage disposal (yea! old disposals!). We certainly haven't eaten eggs of any sort in a long time (requires cooking, which we don't do).

So anyway, I’m tired of studying. And that’s bad, because in about two weeks, I will be doing more studying than I’ve ever done in my life. Yea! Prepping for the bar! So much fun!

But I need to be positive. So, we’ll say that it will be character-building. And hey, spending seven to ten hours a day, six days a week in a room with my friends cramming for an exam is still seven to ten hours a day with my friends, right? And then, by August it will all be over, and God willing, I will never have to take another exam as long as I live (except for the occasional eye exam).

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

My Thoughts May Not Be Interesting, But That's All You're Getting Today

I don’t have time to really blog these days (finals, they do so occupy one’s time), but I decided to briefly read steve’s blog

[here was the thought process: praying right now and listening to my “90’s contemporary Christian” station on yahoo! music, oh boy Philips craig & dean, haven’t heard them in awhile, Carman! Yeah, not so much, thanks. Then thinking that I need me some extra dose of Jesus, what blog can I read that will talk about Jesus without pissing me off, hmm, steve],

and he posted about coffee, a topic that will ALWAYS make me stop and read, and I thought, while I don’t have time to really think of something to write about, I do have time to take a minute and just type out my thoughts as I read it.

So here were my thoughts as I was reading this:

(1). *nodding head*
Yes, yes. The answer to "if I make some, will you have some" is always "yes." (Ask my father. I have never said "no." Sometimes I say "better not, I'm going to bed in about 2 hours," but that's always followed by ". . . well, ok.")

(2). Ah, yes, death brew. I am familiar with that particular beverage. Of course, you drink it anyway, because, you know, it's coffee.

(3). Oh. I want a Honda. (jealous)

(4). My stars, I really HAVE become an unpleasant person! (for this comment to make sense, I'd have to explain a whole separate thought process that is not really relevant to steve's post; suffice to say it's referencing an earlier conversation in my head about which you know nothing but which ended in my concluding that somewhere around turning 30 I became grumpy, grumpy, grumpy).

(5). Ok, I’ve done this. I haven’t actually used multiple packs of coffee at a time, but I have used more than the office associates thought was necessary and then lectured coworkers on the proper color of coffee (if you can see through it, it’s too weak! It ain’t tea!).

(6). That was a nice break. I wish it was longer. Now back to studying. So not as much fun as surfing the ‘net. It’d be better if I had more coffee. Mmm, coffee.

(7). Sad. No coffee.

(8). I need to trim my nails. Can’t type.

(9). Grrrrr --- FOCUS!

(10). I hate studying.