View from my office today. #mycity (Taken with instagram)
I kinda remember what it was like to be excited about law school. Now, I’m happy for small victories. Like, stillpossibly being competent to stand trial. But, I’ve not yet taken a final, so we’ll have to wait and see*.
*The Rule Against Perpetuities has mostly been abrogated by statute. In states that apply the “wait and see” test, if I haven’t gone crazy by the time the statutory period runs, I don’t reap the benefits of whatever reason it was I decided to go to school in the first place.
Why am I at Mayhem day drinking when I could be doing something way funner like working on my final brief?
I love my friends. That’s why.
Things I decided I want at my funeral:
1. A stranger stopped me on the street today to ask if I knew how to get to “New Chinatown.” I started laughing but then remembered reading a blog somewhere that said some tourists are now calling Clement Street the “New Chinatown”… I came home and googled and lo and behold! Afewpeople are calling it that. I haven’t quite digested it, and am unsure how I’m feeling about this “new” microhood….but so far I can only describe the taste as bitter upchuck.
2. I hate law school and what it’s done to my body/mind/life. So far, I’ve broken up with a few besties who think my life is one big party. I’ve torn a rotator cuff and strained/inflamed bicep muscles carrying books. I’ve had more panic attacks and fewer nights sleep than a Teen Mom 2, gained 15 pounds and seriously considered dropping everything and moving to Belize for a few years.