Eeeeek!

My family law exam starts in 25 minutes. I should go up to the room, look over my outline once more, and try to get into the family law frame of mind, but I'm blogging instead. My prediction for this exam is that my professor, who is preoccupied with same-sex marriage, will ask 3 of 4 questions about same-sex marriage. The hypothetical lesbian couple will try to adopt kids. They'll try to get married. Hell, one even may beat up the other (we talked about abuse and neglect a lot).

I just finished making my "majic decoder ring". I make one for every open-book exam. I take all of the terms in the class that mean something to me, put them into an excel spreadsheet with the corresponding page numbers of my outline, and alphabetize the whole thing. It's like a nifty self-made, self-serving index. It makes me happy and boosts my confidence going in. Only 2 or 3 times has it been extremely helpful.

I wish myself good luck!

Library Update

Since I have been at the library (since about 4pm) I have gone to talk to my family law professor who said I had "interesting" questions, did some family law outlining, did some criminal procedure reading, won a game of literati against ABW (and she says I always gloat when I beat her - ha!), ate homemade lasagna, discussed cute boys with various friends, and downloaded itunes onto my computer. It's been successful so far. Now if I could just get some more of that 30 page paper done, I'd be set.

It's due Monday and I have 6 pages done and two finals between now and when its due. The ominous feeling is starting to grow, as is the pit in my stomach. Maybe I can get it up to 10 pages before I leave tonight. Okay, let me be realistic; 8 pages.

Sympathy Pains

My boyfriend sent me this e-mail the other day.

Hey Baby,

Last night i made the horrible mistake of eating right before I went to bed and I had a really messed up nightmare. I had to take some kind of test for which I was completely unprepared. I think that it may have been one of your finals. The test was in two parts which were objective and essay. To worsen the situation there was not enough room in the lecture hall and I was one of the unfortunates who had to take the test outside. Of course the day was quite windy. I spent most of the time chasing papers all around the courtyard. And by the time the professor called "time!" I had finished about one tenth of the exam. If I were to read into this, I'd say that my unconscious was telling me that I'm not working hard enough for the upcoming audition. Ok better get crackin'.

Love you,

Taz

I was highly amused and have to say that I have had nightmares like this about my exams too. I haven't had one yet this semester, but the one I had last semester was so vivid that I actually could feel the pit in my stomach and the adreniline pumping when I woke up.

I talked to my mom today and she was asking about medical school applications. I told her I was going to apply to D.O. schools along with M.D. schools and I think she was surprised. She said that I should not spend time on the D.O. school applications at a sacrafice to the M.D. school applicaitons - like going to D.O. school is beneith me or something. Again, because I am always right, I believe that by applying to D.O. schools, I'm being realistic about my chances of getting into medical school and am trying to open doors so that I have options later. I think she is being too optimistic about this whole medical school thing. It's just like a mom to think that her daughter can do anything. I guess it's a sign of support and love. I'll take it for that and no more.

I'm about to head back to the library where Blondie has reserved me a spot at her table. It's so nice having friends who will take care of you. I should probably stay till closing time tonight, but I'm not sure I want to spend 10 strait hours in the library. No doubt I will post again toward the end of my evening.

Open Tables at the Law Library

Around finals time there is a shortage of open tables in the law library (not really surprising). Both yesterday and today I was able to go into the library and acquire a table without even spitting on anyone. I'm not sure if that means that I am extremely lucky or that I smell or that people aren't studying as much as they have in the past. I'm hoping for the 3rd possibility because that'll increase my chances of not getting any of the C's.

My work has two offices; one in downtown and one in the burbs and if you were to draw a line between the two, I live at the 3rd point that makes the whole thing an equilateral triangle. Today I had to drive into the city, only to find out that my boss wanted me to work in the burbs. I was annoyed at the waste of gas and the fact that I'm not getting reimbursed for mileage. Maybe one day they'll actually give me my summer work schedule. Slackers!

I don't really work in a legal setting. Well, I don't work with any lawyers. People come into our office and we help them fill out legal forms. Today we had a guy come in. I helped him fill out his forms and he was on his way. 20 minutes later, his adversaries came in. I couldn't help them because of my conflict of interest, but I felt weird even being in the same room while my colleague helped them. I got to see professional responsibility issues first hand and I have to say that the inherent conflict did make my stomach a bit queasy. See, different lawyers in the same firm couldn't have helped adversaries, but because we aren't lawyers, we could. I'm not sure that's really the best policy though, at least for my work.

On a side note, someone called my boyfriend both gay and my husband in the same sentence. I was amused, and grateful that he is neither.

Nails

Even though it is 3:00 in the morning and I have to be up for work in 4 hours, I am doing my nails. I have this nervous habit of destroying my nails during finals and to try to keep from going through the month and a half long recovery period, I am taking some preventative measures. I bought a $10 cuticle trimmer and have been using it at least once a week. I have also painted my nails with some "Hard as Nails" stuff. Last time I painted my nails, I did so with some color too. Painting the nails serves two purposes. First, the strengthening stuff can keep the nails from breaking and second, I can pick the polish off instead of playing with the cuticles.

Tonight I had gone through 3 days of picking off the polish and so my nail color was sporadic. I have to go to work in the morning and the nails have to look semi decent. Hence the 3:00am salon session.

The point of this post was to say how much I hated the vanity involved with legal work. It seems like it is equally, if not more, important to dress nicely than it is to adequately prepare what comes out of your mouth. It disgusts me and is a highly motivating factor for applying to medical school. Scrubs, Baby! Yee-haw!

Welcome! I'm procrastinating as usual...

I am a 2L, currently studying for my family law final and wishing that I was done with my 2L year. I am creating this blog to (1) avoid studying family law at all costs (2) keep my sanity after 9 strait hours at the law library and (3) give me something to be excited about. Please share your thoughts with me.

This summer I will be applying to medical school and graduate school because, as the name of my blog indicates, I am additcted to school. Wish me luck, and if you'd like to keep up with my progress and see if I ever get in to another school or ever get sick of school, keep reading.

I'm going to do a bit more formatting and then dive back into my family law book.